by J. Haney & S.I. Hayes
Contemporary Erotic Romance
J. Haney was born and raised in Kentucky, currently residing in Greenup County, Kentucky with her family, where she is the proud mamma to Jessalyn Kristine and co-owner to Proud Momma Designs, which she runs with her amazing Momma. J. Haney’s work tends to lean toward sweet and sexy, with suspenseful undertones giving her readers something to hold onto.
S.I. Hayes was born and bred in New England, currently living in Ohio. Running around Connecticut, she used all of her family and friends as inspiration for her many novels. When not writing Paranormal Drama or Erotic Romance she can be found drawing one of many fabulous book covers or teasers, to see them check out her website. www.sihayes.com
The pair met while working for a previous publisher and became fast friends, their split dynamics and views on life, family and love in general led to the idea of Stolen Moments: A County Fair Romance. They do hope to bring you more of Justin Blackthorne and Fallon Hopkins in the months to come, so keep your eyes open and a fresh pair of panties close by, you know just in case.
So, the name’s Avery Harper but my nearest and dearest usually call me Av. I’ve been told I come off as a bitch but in reality, I just won’t take no BS…
I play hard but I love harder. I like to party with the best! Honestly is there any other way to party?
During my senior of high school something went horribly wrong making me the woman I am today.
Who you ask is that woman? Well let me just tell you. I sleep with who I want, when I want, where I want. If that makes me a whore than stop bragging boys because you ain’t any better. They use, and abuse, and I take all I can get from the idiots willing to pay. Rich college boys… Gotta love um, big stupid and willing to pay top dollar to be seen with the likes of me and I’m worth every penny.
But I’ll tell you a secret, I’d give it all up for a guy strong enough to see past the bullshit and talented enough to make me come. Haven’t met one like that yet, so until then me and my girls will keep running and playing and working hard. Because that’s what we do.
I pull up to Avery’s brownstone and that’s when I realize it’s been quiet for a while. I park across the street and check the back seat. She’s snoring and has spilled her drink all over my carpets. Fuck. There’s no way I’m driving home at two a.m. and risking a checkpoint with that smell in my SUV. I get out of the truck and open her door, looks like I’m carrying her. She doesn’t make so much as a peep when I pick her up and carry her across the street and up the stairs to her apartment. Just as I’m about to unlock her door, she jerks forward and pukes right on herself and me, but mostly on me. Seriously! Ugh, c’mon.
I get her into the house and sit her on the stool while I strip off my vest and toss it in the sink. I so don’t want to pick her up again, not with puke on her, so I go on a zipper search. Finding it on the side, under her arm, I get her out of the dress and lift her. Now, to put her to bed.
This isn’t the first time I’ve had to put Avery Harper to bed and it probably won’t be the last. As I’m laying her down, she stirs slightly and tries to kiss me. I limbo out of that and she passes back out. Thank God!
I put a bucket next to the bed in case she needs to puke again and head for her kitchen. Her fridge is bare. Damn, the snacks! I forgot to grab the bag of chips, corn nuts, Fire Fries, chocolate, and Pepsi that I grabbed when I stopped. I run downstairs and back to the SUV to get her stuff.
Once I’m back in her apartment, I put it all out on the table and use the bag for my puke covered vest. Then, I loosen my tie and get to work looking for some cleaning products to get the smell of booze out of my truck.
“What are you doing here?”
Startled by the sudden voice booming in my ears, I bang my head. “Ouch, fuck.” I pull myself out of her under the sink cabinet and turn to look at Avery. She’s standing in just her cream-colored bra and panty set, with black stockings and her heels… Wow, does she ever look pissed. “You spilled booze in my SUV and puked on me, I was looking for something to kill the smell.”
She stomps away as I stand up and brush myself off. She really needs to mop these floors. A few seconds later, she reappears with a bucket and cleaning supplies. “Is this what you need?”
I look her over and then look at the bucket. “I- um, yeah, that should do.”
“I’m good.” I reach for the bucket, taking it out of her manicured hands. “Thanks, I’ll bring this right back.”
She looks at herself. “Why am I undressed?”
I purse my lips, looking at the floor, then at the sink where her dress is soaking in some dish detergent.
“Well, when you puked on me, you got you too, I didn’t think you would want to go to bed like that. I know I wouldn’t. Your dress is soaking in the sink, so it shouldn’t stain.”
“Why didn’t you just say so, there’s only like ten more in my closet of the same thing,” Avery quips, putting a hand on her ample hip.
God, she’s sexy and it’s taking a lot of control not to let her know just how hot I think she is. Usually, she sleeps during cleanup. Tonight is the first time she’s talked to me in ages.
“Um, I was just trying to help. Anyway…” I run my hand through my hair and down my neck. “I’m gonna go clean up my car, I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
“The door will be unlocked.”
Christ, that girl. She’s a tease, I have to remind myself of that. She’s also very drunk. I go out to the SUV and give it a scrubbing, realizing that the whole thing just needs a good detailing. I’m covered in muck and grime as I head back to Avery’s apartment. When I get there, she’s in the kitchen. She’s wearing a little white tank with no bra, something I’m made acutely aware of by the lighting and the nipple stand she’s currently sporting. She’s poured the corn nuts into a bowl and is working on them as she leans against the counter in white, lacey boy shorts. Her wet hair is tied up in a bun and dripping down her back, showing off the telltale signs of ink, but I can’t make out the details. Fuck me, is all I can think as I internally groan. Externally, I’m cool as a cucumber, putting the bucket on the counter.
“Thanks, do you need anything before I go home?” A massage, a long, wet kiss, a hard cock between your tits? My mind is in the gutter and it’s her that’s put it there. I swear I can smell her from here.
“Do you need to use the shower?”
“Um- I don’t-” The smell of vomit on me hits me and my eyes tear up. “Would you mind terribly? Do you have a washer for my shirts, perhaps?”
“Yeah. Just strip your clothes and I’ll throw um in the washer.”
“Uh, yeah, thanks.” I head for the shower and strip down, putting my shirts on the sink and my pants over the rail.
The water feels good, though I have to adjust the shower head. She’s not a tall woman, in fact, she’s only about mid-chest on me and I’m five-eleven. I hear her come in for my shirts as I grab the soap. It smells like honey and oatmeal. At least I know my skin will be soft. The thought gives me a chuckle as I rinse down. I grab a towel and reach for my pants to find that all my clothes are missing!