Jen's Book Reviews: Author Spotlight: Ryan O'Leary

Jen's Book Reviews: Author Spotlight: Ryan O'Leary: Hello Ryan, thank you for taking the time to do this interview for Jen's Book Reviews   Let's start of by asking, what got you into ...

Thunderbird - Hell Yeah! 13 - Equalizers

THUNDERBIRD by Sable Hunter and Ryan O'Leary

Soulmates. Twin souls. Two people destined to be together. Their journey to love is never an easy one, but when they meet – their hearts beat only for one another. 
Kyle Chancellor is a hero, an honest to God hero. After winning the Heisman, he turns down a lucrative career as a professional football player to fight in Afghanistan. Not many know he enlisted because his heart was broken. When his time is up, Kyle comes home to form the Equalizers with the members of former Seal Team 7, they band together to fight battles for those who cannot fight for themselves.
Hannah Montenegro is a woman who has sacrificed her life to help her family, never knowing the joys and freedom a young girl should enjoy. She lives in constant fear of being discovered in a country where she has no citizenship and no hope for the future.
But fate has a plan…the night Kyle comes back to Texas, they meet in a bar where he is drowning his sorrows and she is spreading her wings to learn how to fly. From the moment they touch, the heat between them is undeniable. But unfortunate circumstances separate them and neither dares dream they will see one another again.
Kyle is from a powerful Texas family. Because of his work with the Equalizers, his stance on stem-cell research and internet security, he is the only one surprised to find the people of the Lone Star state want him to run for Governor. Many get behind him, including the McCoys. But the one person he wants at his side eludes him.
Hannah is always on his mind. From the beginning their relationship is complicated, but when she comes back into his life, he grabs onto her with both hands. Politics, a sex tape, immigration issues and a baby complicates their pathway to happiness. But Kyle is the Thunderbird and Hannah is his soulmate in the truest sense of the word. Their journey to love is one you’ll never forget.
A modern day Cinderella story with a twist…

Happy to be Stuck with You - Now on Amazon

Ready for the whole story? Travis and J are now available on Amazon US http://amzn.to/1aXtWQg Get your copy today and find out how it all began.

Love at first sight? 
Travis Ross didn’t believe in it until he laid his eyes on a mysterious brunette across the room at a party. From the very first word out of her mouth, Travis is smitten by this feisty little girl with the one letter name. 
Just back from Mexico, Travis’ mystery girl is full of surprises, some exquisite and some not so nice, but no matter what fate throws at them, Travis is determined to keep them together, determined to win her heart and make sure she’s happy to be stuck with him forever. 
Find out what happened before J got her closet. 

**Content Warning: Contains explicit contents intended for 18+ audience

Excerpt from the NEW J and Travis Book - Coming Soon

Here you go. I just recently started back up on the novel about how J and Travis got together (you all already know I'm a lazy writer) and here is a little snippet of what I've been writing lately. As always, this is a first draft, so go easy on me. Enjoy 

J’s chest expanded and contracted in great leaps. “Don’t they usually kiss the girl in this situation?”
I looked her in the eye and placed the palm of my free hand on her cheek. God, I wish I could have come up with something witty to say, but I just couldn’t at the moment. I was captivated by her, the only thing on my mind; doing exactly what ‘they usually do in this situation.’
The kiss was soft; our lips melting together like butter in the Texas sun of July. Our mouths barely opened, but our lips spoke volumes. I didn’t know if she felt it too, but the only way to describe a kiss like that was to say it was love.J’s eyes were still shut when I pulled back from her. Her head was tilted to the side like a sleeping baby and a smattering of blush dotted her chest and neck.
“Oh my God,” she whispered in a hushed tone.“You don’t know the half of it.”

Shady Update!

Shady Makes an Appearance

Getting towards the End of Summer I've been so busy working that I know you all are missing me terribly :( I haven't been able to update everyone on the bunny I was feeding. Shady has reappeared after the Hot Summer heat started to subside. Here's the glimpse you may have missed in the Newsletter recently sent out. He's getting so big now, mostly I've been seeing him before the sun comes up, but on this day it seemed cool enough that Shady came out of hiding. 

So, there you have it! Shades alive and well :)

Interview on Jade's Jaded Eden

Interview: Ryan O'Leary

Hello beautiful people. Today, I’m having (yes, I like that expression, especially today!) Ryan O’Leary, a ladies ‘man… did you check his wall on Facebook? Because if you did, you’ll know what I’m talking about! So, 
are you ready to learn more about him? I know I am!

The morning, you are tea or coffee?

I drank tea for the longest time. In fact, I used to get powerfully annoyed when I went through the drive-thru in the morning for a cup of tea and a muffin and they’d give me a coffee instead, I’d dump the damn thing out, 

the smell used to disgust me. Then one day, I just decided that I’d try 
coffee, if so many people swore by it, then maybe I was missing something. So I gave it a shot and I developed a taste for it. I still don’t own a coffeemaker, but I’ll grab a large double-double if I’m at the drive-thru in 
the morning.

What kind of books do you write?

Erotic ones. Gasp! I know, I’m a sex pervert in many people’s eyes, but 

my books are full of love and romance, the sex just happens to be more, ‘descriptive’, shall we say. I don’t hold back, I write the sex how it is in 
real life, or at least, how it should be; passionate, sweaty, loving and 
intense. Here a pant, there a moan, everywhere a whimper.

Why did you choose this genre?

Because I like the idea of writing about relationships and sex. I’m a flirt 

by nature and what is romance if not flirting, so I get to exercise my 
romantic muscles when I write a story where the husband/boyfriend goes 
to extraordinary lengths to prove his love for his woman. What could be
 more fun? Oh, and I like writing the reward he gets for going to such 
lengths.

When you write, are you keyboard or paper?

I have notebooks where I write down ideas and endless scraps of paper 

with a line or 2 on them, but writing a full story with a pen and paper 
isn’t something I’ve done in a long time. I wrote a movie script when I 
was 21 and wrote it out by hand, then edited it, wrote it out by hand 
again and that took forever, so I use a computer now. Besides, my handwriting is crap, I probably wouldn’t be able to read it after.

Are you more motivated to write when the sun shines or when the weather is gray?

Tough one. My motivation comes and goes, not many outside things 

effect it, but I think we all feel better when the sun is shining.

Where do you find your inspiration?

A picture, a movie, an overheard conversation. Whatever. But mostly it 

comes from in my head. My mind never seems to turnoff. It’s always 
running and one thought will spinoff into a thousand others and 
somewhere in there I’m usually struck with an idea that I can expand on.

When you start a book, do you already have the whole story in your head, or is it built progressively?

When I start a book, I have the ending in my head. That’s how I work, 

I have the ending first, and then I have to work towards it, so I rarely ever have a plan of attack going in. Outline? What the hell is an outline?

How do you feel before the release of a book? Fear, joy? And after?

Relief. Relief that it’s over. 99.999999999999% of writers will tell you that before their current book is done, they’re already writing their next book in their head. With me, I finish it, edit it and let it go. Sure, I have my doubts, but I’m not one of these writers who frets over a single line, day and night

 for weeks and agonizes every single sentence. I finish, release and move
 on. And to be perfectly honest, I’ve lived with the characters in the story
 for so long by that point, read and reread the story so many times that I’m usually sick of them and glad to see them go.

Between your first and last novel, do you feel a change? Do you write differently?

I’ve gotten better. Practice makes perfect after all.

They say that writers project themselves into the skin and into the head of his hero / heroine, is that the case for you?

You leave a piece of yourself in every single word you write, so I’d say that

 is a fair assessment. But I don’t pattern my male characters after myself, they don’t look like me in my head, they are better looking and they don’t necessarily have my characteristics. The females are women I’d be drawn to
 in real life.

You define yourself more like a bookworm, a city mouse or a country mouse?

Country mouse. I lived in the country during high school and I loved it, you have total freedom to do whatever you want and lots of land to do it. I’m 

back in the city now and I hate being crowded. I can’t even sit in my 
backyard and read without having to listen to someone else talking on the phone or playing with their kids. I like my space, so hopefully I’ll get back there one day.

Molière said: “Writing is like prostitution. First we write for the love of it,then for a few friends, and in the end for money.” What do you think about it?

Can’t wait for the last part. I could agree. The saying I’ve always heard is,

 “If you want to make money writing, be prepared to write what sells, not what you want.” Which is part of the reason I picked the erotic genre to make a go of it with. I don’t want to completely sellout and write something I absolutely hate, just to make money and writing erotica gives me that sense of fulfillment while also giving me a shot at making some money. Everyone has their definition of success, some define it by money, others by what they get out of it. I doubt there are many rich poets out there, but they still do it because they love it. I write books for women, books to let them escape into a fantasy and hopefully be turned on and if my words can somehow strike a chord in them, make their hearts flutter or bring a flush to their skin, then I’m successful. Sure, I’d love to buy a yacht one day with the profits from my books, but material things aren’t really my goal, the reader’s enjoyment and ‘pleasure’ is.

Your books have already been translated?

Not that I know of.

Do you pay attention to literary criticism?

I’m sure any criticism I may receive could be seen to have merit, but you 

can’t please everyone, so fuck em. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but
it doesn’t mean I care what their opinion is.

The days are 25 hours. You spend that extra hour in the garden or in the kitchen?

I’d spend it on the ice playing hockey if I could, but out of those 2, I’d probably choose kitchen. I like to cook good food, but I hate that we need

 to eat every day, cooking gets so repetitive, almost like a chore, so an 
extra hour might give me the chance to make better food.

What is the book you would bring with you on a deserted island?

Needful Things by Stephen King. Because it’s long and I could read it over 

and over again.

In the evening, do you turn off the light directly or do you take the time to read?

Lights go out and Ryan isn’t far behind.

J's Closet: Volume one

J was already riled-up after our little ride to class and I could tell that just like it had affected me, the retelling of our first meeting had her blood running hot. When Eleanor went to the washroom I pulled J onto my lap. She put her hands on my thighs and wiggled in my groin. My cock spiked with electricity and I momentarily forgot where we were. I pulled the nape of her shirt down and kissed her back. J melted back into me and let out a sigh.

I felt her hand make contact with her mouth a second later. "Oh shit."

Her little moan of excitement had gotten the attention of Daria and Tamara in front of us and they had turned to see what was going on.

"Sorry," J said.

She had her hand over her mouth and the stiffness in her back expressed how mortified she was. I think Daria had a little crush on me and she gave J a bit of a look, but I could tell Tamara thought it was funny.

"Should we get out of here?" I asked in J's ear.

"Fire exit?"

"If we have to."

"Leaving before dinner is ready?" Sharon asked as we moved past her in a hurry.

"Save us a plate," J said with a wave.

I'm not sure, but I think I might have broken the elevator down button, I jabbed it so hard. I stood there with J at my side. She was bouncing back and forth, rubbing her legs together so hard I was worried she might catch fire.

"Come on!" I called out and jabbed the button again. "Screw this." I stepped left with J's hand in mine and headed for the stairwell. I slammed the door open and dragged her into the sterile grey corridor.

I caught her before she went careening down the dingy, concrete steps and pulled her close to me. We were both panting and I backed her into the wall. I pinned her there with my body and she looked up into my eyes. I swear they'd gone from chestnut brown to fire red; I could only imagine what mine looked like.

She moved to kiss me and our lips came together. Our teeth scraped and I withdrew. But J wasn't having it, she bit my lip as I pulled back.

"I'm so ready for you, Travis," she said with my bottom lip stretching from her bite.

I felt the first metallic sting of my own blood on my tongue and moved back into her. My hand slipped down to her pussy and felt her heat pulsing through her clothing. I scrunched the hem of her dress up quickly, but stopped when I heard a door in the stairwell below us open.

Fuck!

Baiser, Jade. (2013, July 3). Interview: Ryan O'Leary [Blog interview]. Retrieved from http://jadesjadededen.blogspot.com/2013/07/interview-ryan-oleary.html

Interview on Island Lovelies

Author Interview Ryan O'Leary 

 

Ok! We recently got the chance to interview the man himself, Mr Ryan O'Leary and I tell you he can make a tomato blush! Here it is my Lovelies! Hope you enjoy it!  Be warned..... its quite rude!

Ryan was interviewed by Natalie, Alicia and Emma 

Nat: Ask him Alicia do it in a sexy way lol he wont say no then

Alicia: Mwhahaha Ryan, can we dirty interview you??? Please?

Nat: Ryan top or bottom?

We had to wait a while for him to reply  

Alicia: Sir poke-a-lot, it's rude to keep ladies waiting!!! We need a dirty interview for the blog and ultimately YOU fit that! 

Ryan: What's a "dirty interview"?

Emma: Any interview with Alicia! lol

Alicia: We ask you some dirty questions... You answer honestly!! you game???

Nat: hahahaha oh my god! Ryan you need to think through this carefully as Alicia is involved you will be tied to her bed before you know it!

Alicia: Lol Em! There is an extra chain???...  

Nat: We will ask some proper questions as well. We won't make you sound all horny lol

Ryan - I'm game.

Alicia: Just make us sound horny......but with J's Closet being sexy, it's only right we do a sexy interview! Yay!!

Ryan - Hockey game starts in 35 minutes, girls. Better hurry

Nat: Give us your full attention then Mr

Alicia: Ryan, your books are full of sex... are we reading about your own sexcapades?
PS: 35 mins is plenty of time!!

Ryan - Hmmm. They aren't all based on actual events, but a few are.

Alicia: Which few?

Ryan - Nice try

Nat: Hahaha! You said you were game...

Nat: Why did you decide to become a romance writer or rephrase a filthy writer! lol

Ryan: I liek sex and I liek writing, so it was only natural to combine the 2 so I threw my hat into the erotic literature world. 

Alicia: Ok next, can we expect a longer book in J's closet that gives a lady time to get off on it before its all over?

Ryan - There is a full-length J and Travis book in the works, its about half done, but I'm a streaky writer, so it will either be done in the next 3 weeks or the next 3 months. 

Alicia: did you spend a lot of time doing research for you book lol bet it was fun research

Ryan: No need to do research. Its all been done already and the rest is imagination.

Alicia: Top or bottom?

Ryan: Tough one. Really, really tough one. Gun to my head? I choose bottom. I love being able to look up at her and watch her face. Watch her play with her breasts for me and I practically lose my mind when her hands find the wall above my head and she leans down so I can kiss and lick her tits. 

Alicia - Nice answer! 

Nat - Naughty

Emma - Love it!

Alicia: Favourite item of clothing on a lady... you can't choose thigh highs or any of the items previously used in J's closet!!

Nat: You seem to love the clothes aspect of sex when writing, why certain clothes? do you like a lady that dresses in certain items of clothing? 

Ryan: I liek the way a dress looks on a woman, but I also enjoy a girl in a pair of jeans. Depends on the woman of course. Thigh high socks, the ones that stop a few inches above the knee. I went to a catholic high school, so I developed an affinity for them.

Alicia: You cant choose them!!!

Nat: lol Why not alicia

Alicia: Because I already know he loves them and it needs to be another item of clothing lol
Favourite sexy outfit... police woman, sailor girl, school girl, little red riding hood etc?

Ryan - If I couldn't choose thigh highs I'd have to say, "Fuck! I don't want to live anymore." Hmmmm. Tough call. I guess if just one, I'd pick a nice formfitting sweater. Snug, God gave you the curves for a reason, ladies, so let us men enjoy them.

Emma: J is quite a strong character do you like women who know their own mind and take control or do you like to be in control?

Ryan: You always hear how women love confident men, but it goes both ways. A confident woman is a huge turn on, any guy will tell you that. J is the kind of girl I'd want to hangout with. She's flawed, but knows herself. I'll be in control, but I don't need to be. 

Nat: Do you prefer writing with jess and sable or on your own?

Ryan - I liek writing with Sable. Our styles compliment each other well I think. But she's soooooooooooo fucking good at what she does that I have difficulty keeping up sometimes. So as much as I love writing with her, I'm sure most writers would say they prefer to write alone.

Nat: Why romance? Its usually hard for a guy to show a romantic side yet you seem to have women who constantly want to talk to you? Do you love the attention you get from facebook etc or is it a front are you really shy Ryan who wouldnt say boo to a sheep? lol

Ryan - Am i shy in real life? Extremely. I go bright red when I feel liek everyone is looking at me, but I'm good with women once I get comfortable. I'm a huge flirt when I want to be, so to me, writing the romantic stuff is flirting, so I'm pretty good at it and I do it well. 

Alicia: Whats your favourite taste?

Ryan: If we're talking taste as in food, then I guess watermelon or strawberries. I love fresh juicy fruit. If we're talking taste, then it'd be this weird faint mixture of beer and cigarettes. Every so often I'll kiss a girl who's been drinking and smoking and it conjures up memories of kissing girls at parties in high school, when it was all new and exciting!

Nat:  ewww thats grose 

Ryan: I hate cigarette smoke, but its this funny taste that makes my head swim.

Ryan: Women taste divine, you should try one!

Alicia: NO THANK YOU! I like me some man meat!!

Nat: lol I will stick with the hubby he tastes devine also!

Alicia: What age did you lose your virginity?

RYAN: A few weeks before my 17th Birthday. 

Alicia: How many lovers have you had?

Ryan: Give me sec to add it up.

Nat -  hahaha Take your shoes off and use your toes, it may help you can count in twenties then!

Ryan: 10 - 12
Ryan: I live by a simple rule when it comes to women : Do them right the first time and they'll come back.

Alicia - Dream girl?

RYAN - Dream girl? Damn. I love me some Diane Lane!

Emma - Shes pretty! 

Nat: Wow!! Not what i thought you would go for pmsl 

Alicia: Blonde or Brunette?

Ryan: Blonde, but hair colour doesnt really matter to me, so either one really.

Alicia - Skinny or Curves?

Ryan - Curves. But liek hair colour, its not that vital. 

Nat: I like romantic Ryan. I will leave dirty Ryan to Em & Alicia!

Nat: Ha ha! Hey Ryan, what's your most embarrassing sexual experience?

Ryan: Some things are secrets.....

Alicia: Oh no! You can't say that!! Tell us!

Ryan: Gotta keep some mystery don't I?

Nat: Do you have a girlfriend?

Ryan: Secrets Natalie!

Nat: Or do you keep your fingers in all the pies?
Oh everything I ask is a secret.

Alicia: Ok to finish lets do a quick fire round:

Tits or Arse? - RYAN -  Tits

Hard & fast or Soft & Slow? - RYAN - Soft & Slow

Favourite Smell? - RYAN - Coolwater by Davidoff.

Blonde or Brunette? -  RYAN - Blonde, but hair colour doesnt really matter to me, so either one really.

English - Welsh or Australian?

RYAN - Ummmm. My high school girlfriend was from Runcorn, but the Australian accent turns me inside out and renders me pretty much powerless ;)

Nat - Ohhhhhh noooooo Emma you win!

Emma - LMAO!

Ok thats where we ended the interview (it got a bit tooooo naughty to print) but can we say a massive THANK YOU to Ryan for taking the time to chat with us we loved having you with us

You can contact Ryan on Facebook

Natalie, Alicia & Emma xxx

Natalie, Alicia & Emma. (2013, May 10). Author Interview Ryan O’Leary [Blog Post]. Retrieved from http://islandloveliesbcb.blogspot.ca/2013/06/author-interview-ryan-oleary-ok-we.html

Food Fight

“Ryan! No! Not the poi.” Stephanie shrieked.

“Is that what this is?” I had an entire bowl of it in my hand.

It was pinkish and runny as hell; no wonder the bowl was still full. I faked throwing at her and she screamed again.

“Jesus, Steph,” my friend Paul said. “The cops are gonna come break-up the party if you keep yelling like that.”

I put the bowl back on the table; we’d finished most of the roast pig and pineapple slices. Apparently when I put Paul in charge of getting liquor for the luau I was throwing in my backyard, he decided that nothing screamed Hawaii!, like vodka and we were pretty deep into it by this point.

“Yeah,” I said. “Relax.”

But I wasn’t seriously worried. I didn’t live in the best part of town and if a bunch of drunkards running around in hula skirts and Tommy Bahama shirts at one in the morning wasn’t enough to get the cops called on us, then surely a little nude slip-and-sliding was going to be okay too.

Paul and I had set it up and Stephanie was stripped down to just her panties; the only one to give it a go yet.

Stephanie threw her hands up in the air like a mad woman and ran full-tilt at the slip-and- slide. She hit the ground and was off; rocketing down the baby oil coated plastic at breakneck speed. She flew right off the end and down an embankment. None of us knew what to do, we wanted to laugh, but she might have been hurt.

Paul didn’t care, he peeled off his Tommy Bahama and ran towards the slide. He hit it harder than Stephanie had and was down beside her on the hill before we knew it.

“That sucks,” the voice from my side said.

I turned to look, it was April Marshall, one of my best girl friends since elementary school. “You gonna give it a whirl?” she asked.

“I might,” I answered.

I looked at her. She had this devilish grin on her face that I’d seen many times before. She looked back at me and the grin became a smirk. “What?”

“I know that smirk,” I said. “What are you up to?”

“Me?” she said innocently and batted her eyes at me. “Nothing of course.”

We’d been friends for forever it felt like. I was the one she called when Darryl Thomas showed-up at her parents’ house and demanded to be let in one weekend when she was home alone. Suffice it to say, Darryl didn’t bother her again after me and him had a little chat. April and I had lost each other when we went off to separate colleges, but she was back in town after a rough divorce and we’d reconnected for the party.

“You’re not thinking about kissing me are you?” I teased.

It was our old joke. She confessed to me one night in high school -after a lot of peach schnapps- that she’d had this huge crush on me, “for one night”, as she liked to put it. I kissed her that same night as a goof and she wiped her lips off after in disgust. We both got a good laugh out of it.

It was the only physical contact we’d ever had as far as a sexual nature; we were that

platonic duo who’d go to war for each other, but neither had ever acted on an attraction we might

have felt for the other. April was a little hottie for sure, but it would have been like fucking my little sister –if I had one- and I didn’t want to go there.

But she looked especially good tonight. Maybe it was because she’d been married to such an asshole and rarely smiling those infrequent times that I had seen her, or maybe it was just that I was so glad to have her back in town, but I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face all night when she was around me.

Paul and Stephanie came back up from the hill. Paul had left his grass skirt and underwear back on the slip-and-slide and I was doing anything but admiring the view.

“That’s awful,” I said as I averted my eyes.

“It is,” April commented. “But I haven’t seen one in so long, I think I’ll just look for a few more seconds.” She held her drink up to her lips. “What do you got on under your skirt?” she said offhandedly.

I looked back at her. “What did you just say?” She was sipping from one of the hollowed-out pineapples I’d made for glasses.

You know that look people get when they say something they didn’t mean to say and you call them on it? Well, April had that look on her face. She bit the rim of her pineapple cup and refused to look at me or even acknowledge that I’d said anything. She came up on her heels and her eyes widened a bit. I could almost hear, “Please drop it,” comment repeating over and over in her head.

“You gonna go on the slip-and-slide?” she asked almost hesitantly after I’d let her off the hook.

“I’m thinking about it.” But I wasn’t really.

What I was thinking about were the rosy blotches of blush that were spreading out over her exposed right shoulder.

She was definitely embarrassed by the question she’d posed unintentionally. “You’ll have to get lubed-up before you go,” April said.

“Easy with the sex talk, Marshall,” I teased.

She didn’t look at me, but she bounced up on her heels just like before. Something was up with her, I just didn’t know for sure what it is.

“You should probably lube-up if you’re going to go,” she said with a chuckle. “How much vodka have you had?”

What I quickly found out, was that it wasn’t the vodka that had her giddy, it was the bowl of poi that she was just about to pour over my head.

What can I say about poi?

I hadn’t tasted it yet, but it was cold as it flowed over my face and ran down my back. I wiped my face with both hands. “Oh, you are so dead, Marshall.”

She let out a shriek that dwarfed the ones Stephanie had been blasting across the night sky moments ago, dropped the bowl and was off like a rocket. April had run track all through high school and college, but she was no match for me. I closed in on her fast and she shrieked again.

“Where you goin’, Marshall?” I said at her heels.

I pulled at her grass skirt and she took a sharp left. I wasn’t expecting it, but I planted my  foot and turned to follow her; losing my straw hat in the process. She’d ducked into a playground nearby and ran up the slide.

Despite the poi coating the soles of my feet, I followed her up. “You know you can’t outrun me, Marshall.”

“Maybe not,” she said from the edge of an opening. “But you can’t outclimb me.”

I knew the playground well. I know; I’m kinda old to be hanging out on a playground, but there’s a reason that nobody has ever accused me of being mature. She slipped a foot off the edge and into the rope ladder that led down; or up depending on where you wanted to go.

The drop was ten feet, tops. I was on the ground waiting for her when she stepped off the ladder. “But I can outjump you.”

She turned and looked at me. “Headstart?” “I’ll give you five seconds,” I said.

“Come on, O’Leary. Give me more than that.” “One,” I said.

“Really?”

“Two.”

Three and four gave way to five faster than April would have liked and I snatched at her skirt as she bolted. It came undone and she left it behind in my hand. My eyes honed-in on her butt; the only thing covering it was a pair of lacy, black panties that locked my feet to the ground.

Damn!

I should have went after her, but she still had that spectacular runner’s ass of hers and I just wanted to watch her go for a few seconds.

What the fuck?

Was I just looking at April’s ass? And liking it?

Fuck yes I was.

I’m a guy and no matter how platonic we had been over the years, there was no denying April was a knockout and even less sense in denying that I’d looked her over more than once.

Suddenly, the thought of fucking my sister wasn’t so offensive. I caught up and nipped at her ass. “Next time it’s a spanking.” April didn’t miss a stride. “Who’s stopping you this time?”

I grabbed her left elbow and gave a gentle yank. We both came to a stop. I turned her around and left a palm print on her left cheek.

“You call that a spank?” she said with a steely glare that was fading rapidly.

I could see the sting of the swat welling up in her eyes; she wanted to rub her ass but didn’t want to give me the satisfaction.

I raised my hand high above my head; her elbow still in my other hand. “I can try again.” I brought it down a few inches and she flinched. “Thought so.” I picked her up over my shoulder; fireman style and headed back to the party.

“That really fucking hurts, O’Leary,” April said after I’d put her back down on the ground. “This’ll help.” I took a pineapple slice off the pig and pressed it against her swollen cheek.

“Better?”

She looked at me with malice behind her eyes. “No.”

I moved my hand back from her skin and the pineapple dropped. I put my hand back on her ass and squeezed. “How about that?”

She didn’t say anything; a little nibble on her bottom lip the only sign of recognition she offered.

“What are you guys doing?” It was Paul.

He was at our side and still naked from what I could see. But this time, no matter how long it had been, April’s eyes didn’t need to, ‘look for a few more seconds’.

What were we doing?

I know that I was doing my best to cover-up the hard on April’s ass had elicited, but a grass skirt was probably only slightly worse for concealing hard ons, then those short-shorts guys used to wear in the 80’s.

Aside from my efforts to disguise my arousal, I had no idea what was going on between April and I.

The cheap jam jar light on the wall beside us hit the left side of her face; casting her in a light that I’d never seen her in before.

I always knew she was hot, but this was the first time that I saw her as beautiful. I didn’t know what to do. I was speechless.

How could a woman this beautiful have been in front of me all these years and gone unnoticed?

I threw my drink at her; splashed it all over her orange tank top. Told you nobody had ever accused me of being mature.

I just didn’t know what to do. I was eight years old again; pulling Tina Lawson’s pigtails and hitting her because I didn’t know how to process the way I was feeling about her.

April picked a drink up off the table and threw it on me. We were eight again, together.

“Salsa?” I asked with the bowl in my hand.

April shook her head and I dumped it right on her. “Guacamole?” She asked me.

I shook my head no.

“Why is there so much Mexican food at this luau?” Paul asked.

April scooped a handful out of the bowl and flung it at me; we both ignored Paul.

A laugh would have been normal at his juncture, but the heat between us kept it at bay. “Oh my God,” Stephanie said when she’d returned from her latest sojourn into the world of

slipping and sliding. “What happened to you two?”

“Marshall here,” I jerked a thumb at April. “Lost a race, then a food fight.” April crooked her head and grinned at me. “I did.”

I was expecting a witty comeback, not that.

“I need to go wash this off,” April said without taking her eyes off of me.

She walked to the door slowly, looking back over her shoulder once before pulling it open. I’d never wanted a woman more in my entire life and I doubted I ever would.

Was there an invitation in her eyes, or was I just wishing that there was?

Paul talked about work, or sports, or, something. I didn’t know what he was talking about, my body was there listening to him, but my mind was upstairs with April in my bathroom.

“Yeah. It was a great game,” I offered when Paul stopped talking. “I gotta go make a call.” I headed towards the door I’d just recently watched April sashay into.

“Your phone is on the table,” I heard Paul say.

But it was too late, the screen door was closing behind me and I was floating across the basement floor.

The stairs felt like they’d been installed on a ninety degree angle. Every step felt laboured; my thoughts and emotions playing tug-of-war inside me.

Did she want me to follow her upstairs?

Would I walk in on her and embarrass myself?

What if she’d had time to re-think all of this and turned me down? What if she didn’t, you fool?

I stopped halfway up the second flight of steps. The water was on in the bathroom; a tiny sliver of light shining down the length of what should have been a closed door.

I put my hand on the railing and stood there. What if this changes things between us? Was I prepared to take that risk?

Was I prepared to handle it if the risk paid-off? What did April look like naked?

This was the question that propelled me back up the steps; steps that now seemed like flat ground.

I didn’t put my hand on the doorknob, I knew that would only leave room for hesitation, instead, I pushed the door open slowly. The room was foggy, thick steam billowing out the top of the frosted shower curtain with its familiar geometric purple shapes. It’s funny how you don’t notice small details like that until a moment when your senses are heightened to levels you once thought impossible.

Her dirty tank top was on the gleaming white vanity; the orange looked complimentary next to my yellow toothbrush. Chunks of dull-red salsa dotted the tile floor like drops of blood. April’s lacy, black panties were crumpled on the grey bathmat beside the tub. I closed my eyes and imagined her stepping out of them; jealous for a moment of the fabric that had been lucky enough to slide down her long legs.

The only sound in the room was the water rushing from the faucet.

I watched the silhouette of her form turn away from the flow of water. I’d been quieter than a mouse when I entered; she must have sensed me. She looked right at me through the curtain and although neither of us could actually see the other, I still felt like we’d looked right into the other’s eyes.

I undid my grass skirt and let it drop. April turned back to the rush of water. I slipped out of my shirt and then my underwear. They fell on top of April’s panties on the bathmat.

A precursor of things to come?

I slid my left hand in between the curtain and the wall and pinched the plastic. Last chance, O’Leary.

I could deal with embarrassment and even the awkwardness that would settle into our relationship if I was wrong about all of this, what I couldn’t deal with, is never knowing what could have happened if I chickened out right now.

I stepped into the fog with her. “Mind if I join you?” Words that had sounded so smooth in my head a moment ago, now made me cringe when I heard them escape my lips.

April had her hands in front of her face; the suds of my shampoo in her hair. She spun around slowly; her movements telling me she was as unsure of this as I was. She looked down at my chest meekly.

I didn’t know what to say. All these years and here we were. Alone.

Wet. Naked.

April covered her breasts with her hands. My dick was as hard as granite and when she shifted her weight nervously, the head brushed against her stomach.

“I always had a feeling you were packing,” she said with a grin. Ice.

Broken.

I smiled back at her and pulled her left hand off her chest. “And I always knew you had an amazing rack.”

We chuckled together.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked.

I put my hands on her hips. “I don’t know if it’s a matter of want anymore. I need you.” She rocked her hips once; telling me all I needed to know.

I pulled her close; her stomach pressed against my cock.

Fuck the Dawson’s Creek slow kiss, I moved in fast and furious. Her lips came apart when mine did and our teeth scraped. I’ve never had an orgasm from a first kiss before, but if ever it was going to happen, this was the moment.

April’s lips tasted like the sweetest honey on Earth and I bit her bottom lip when she tried to pull back from my fury.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked through gritted teeth. She came back to me and our lips melted together.

My tongue and April Marshall’s tongue passing back and forth over each other? I never in a million years foresaw this happening.

Our feet squeaked on the wet floor beneath us. April moaned and pressed herself into me harder. I pulled her tighter and she lost her balance some. I felt us both starting to go, so I walked her back into the wall behind her; banging my head on the shower nozzle in the process.

“Ouch,” I commented with April’s tongue massaging mine.

She gripped my left asscheek with her hand; digging her nails in roughly.

Women had always loved my ass for some reason. “It’s muscular and compact,” a former fling had commented once after sex, even though I hadn’t asked. “Like it’s built for thrusting.”

April’s nails were like razors and I pulled back from her slightly. I didn’t get very far.

“Where do you think you’re going?” April asked with my bottom lips between her teeth this time.

“Let go,” I said; warm water and the suds from April’s hair mixing inside my mouth. “Or else.”

“Or else what?” “This.”

I put my hand between her legs; resting the length of my middle finger between her lips. The water was warm -bordering on hot- but it was no match for the heat of April’s pussy.

She bit down harder on my lip; refusing to let me go.

I didn’t really want her to let go, but I had to keep up appearances.

It’s hard to talk with your bottom lip stretched out, but I managed to get my words out in a coherent manner. “Last chance, Marshall.”

She looked up at me; almost all the shampoo from her blonde mane now washed away. The soap was bitter on my tongue.

She didn’t let go and I was forced to act.

I rubbed my finger back and forth over her pulsing clit and April recoiled in on herself. She groaned through her clenched jaw; her shoulders shrugged and her eyes closed, but she still had my lip firmly in her grip.

I needed to step it up clearly. I moved my finger down slowly; pressing it into the velvety folds of her sweet pussy. She released my lip immediately and fell back into the wall behind her; one hand frantically gripping the slick shower curtain for balance.

“I tried to warn you, Marshall,” I said standing over her.

Her eyelids were welded shut, but I could see the movement of her baby blues behind them. I had her completely under my control and a wiggle of my finger drew out a breathy, “Oh fuck, Ryan.” That made my blood boil.

I moved her around like a puppet; slipping my finger in and out and watching her squirm. It was so fucking hot seeing her in the throes of pleasure. She opened and closed her mouth; flashing her teeth in a snarl every time I hit the right spot.

My eyes drew down to her pointy nose; a line of tepid liquid washed off the slope and fell down onto her chest. I followed the line with my eyes.

April had the pinkest nipples I’d ever seen; no surprise considering her fair complexion. They were light in shade and hard as a rock. I bent and kissed the left one softly, then kissed the valley between them until I’d found her other peak.

I licked her nipples until she was trembling; my finger still inside of her. “Ride my finger.” I demanded.

April pressed her pussy down on my finger and ground into it.

Her cries of desire echoed in the tiny room. There was a tearing sound and I briefly glimpsed the shower curtain off to my side being shredded by April’s iron grip and lethal nails.

I could feel her reaching a peak inside. She was about to blow and I wanted to see her face when she did.

“Cum for me,” I said as I stared at her gorgeous face.

She ground down harder and the release was instantaneous. A string of curse words that I didn’t even know she knew, came pouring out of her mouth; all directed my way and all very much appreciated. Her orgasm seemed to be taking forever. Not that I was complaining by any means, but I’d never seen a woman go on the way she was.

She put both hands on my wrist and I saw those baby blues for the first time in quite some time.

“I need you inside me,” April said between pants.

“Then,” I spun her around. “That’s what you’re going to get.”

She had her hands on the wet wall like a suspect. I parted her legs with my knee and let my cock glide across her perched ass. “Ask me for it.” I said into her ear.

April looked over her shoulder at me. Her mouth never opened; she spoke with a wiggle of her ass.

“Good girl,” I said and pushed the tip into her.

She bucked her hips back and I went deep into her warm, little pussy. Fuck me she was tight!

I tried to withdraw my cock, but she clamped her pussy down and I was stuck. I moved back and forth inside of her with fast, harsh strokes.

Like it’s built for thrusting.

I gave her everything I had and a little bit more.

The pressure was building in my balls; April’s whimpering pushing me closer to critical mass.

“I want you to cum in me,” she said over the thunder of our wet skin colliding.

That was going to have to be the case, because I never wanted to take my cock out of her again.

I pressed against her; my thrusts becoming less frenzied and more awkward. My weight on her back sent April tumbling over the cliff and I felt her pussy fluttering around my cock as she

came. The profanities were back and again, directed my way. Her words egged me on and when I couldn’t stand it any longer, I came inside of her with such force that I had to grip her hips to stay upright.

I kissed the back of April’s wet neck as the breath slowly returned to each of us. My cock was still inside of her and I began to thrust again.

“Again?” April said over her shoulder. “Fuck yes. Have you fucked you before?”

She laughed and pressed back against me. “Less talk. More thrust.”

I moved back a few feet. April came with me, bending at the waist. She put her hands on the ledge of the tub and arched her back. I went deeper inside of her this time and came again with her.

The water was beginning to run cold by the time we got out of the shower. I wrapped us both in a lime-green bathsheet I’d gotten when I moved in.

I kissed her on the nose. “I love getting dirty with you.”