Wicked: Tempt Me Not Flash Fic #2 – Morning Mist

Free Wicked: Tempt Me Not Flash Fiction by Lily Graison
(1,981 words) – A look at Devin and Holly’s “morning after”
© 2009 Lily Graison. All Rights Reserved

 
 

The sun was just peeking over the mountain, painting the sky in shades of lavender and soft pinks. The fire had died, the embers still glowing dimly but the heat had fled, leaving the cabin cool. Holly stirred, lifting her head to look over her shoulder. The living room and kitchen was empty. No sign of Devin anywhere. Sitting up, she pulled the blanket to her chin and pushed her hair out of her eyes.

She had foolishly expected Devin to be there when she woke and seeing how he wasn’t, she felt stupid. She should have known better. He’d practically begged her to sleep with him and now that she had, she was sure his curiosity was appeased.

Of course, in the growing morning light, that little piece of knowledge just made her feel cheap.

She climbed to her feet, securing the blanket around her body, making her way toward the stairs when the front door opened. Devin walked in, wearing only his jeans. He smiled at her when she stopped to look at him and her heart felt lighter for it.

“I was just coming to see if you were awake yet,” he said, walking toward her. “I have a surprise for you.”

“For me?” she said, stupidly. “What kind of surprise?”

He grinned and leaned down, shocking her by placing a soft kiss to her lips. “You’ll see when we get there.

She squealed when he lifted her from the ground, carrying her out the front door. When they reached the edge of the forest and she saw the steam rising from the earth, she knew then where he was taking her.

The air surrounding the hot spring hung heavy with the scent of wintergreen. Billowy clouds of steam and fog hovered near the ground and the entire area looked ethereal. A blanket was spread by the side of the pool, a basket sitting on one corner.

“What have you been doing this morning?” she asked.

“Preparing to seduce you. What else?”

She grinned, glancing up at him when he stopped and placed her feet on the blanket. “I thought you did that yesterday.”

“Ah, yes,” he said. “That was only step one, though.”

“Step one? So there are actual steps to the Devin Shaw seduction?”

“Of course. What kind of ladies man would I be if I just screwed every girl I saw on a whim? For it to work properly, and lead to recurring nights like the one I had last night, I have to plan a bit.”

Holly shook her head and sat down on the blanket, watching Devin as he sank to his knees. “So, to start,” he said, “we have breakfast. Not bacon and eggs but for what I have planned, I can’t have you sated on food alone. That pleasure will come from me.”

She watched him pull fresh fruit, cheese and bagels from the basket, two glasses and orange juice. Leaning over, she peeked into the basket, laughing at the box of condoms lying in the bottom. “A little confident this morning, aren’t you?” she said.

“That’s not confidence,” he said, drawing the box out and dumping the condoms onto the blanket. “That’s careful planning. Be a damn shame to have you all primed and ready only to have to stop and run back to the cabin for protection.”

“And what makes you so sure I’m going to sleep with you again?”

He looked up at her then and that delicious little smirk she wanted to hate curved his lips. “Maybe the way you screamed like a banshee and begged me not to stop last night.”

She blushed and looked away, feeling her face burn hot. She remembered the screaming and the begging. Lord did she remember the begging. She begged him like a little slut to fuck her harder, faster… to never stop, and after hours of him doing just that, they’d both collapsed into a sweating mass of loose limbs and heaving breaths.

It had been the best night of her life.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, kitten. I loved hearing you beg.”

She looked back over at him, watching him sit there and stare at her. His gaze roamed her face, her bare shoulders, the small hint of thigh peeking through the edge of the blanket and her stomach tightened.

No matter how many times she told herself getting involved with him was a disaster in the making, she couldn’t help her body’s response to him. Just a fleeting glance and her skin warmed, her nipples ached for his touch and her breaths came in short burst as her pulse raced out of control.

He leaned toward her, his fingers sliding into her hair as he pulled her head forward and kissed her. His lips were warm and soft, his tongue slick as he probed her mouth until she opened for him. The first taste of him and she was undone. Playboy he may be but lord did he know how to pull her strings. Just the scent of his skin so near and she wanted to crawl inside his flesh.

“Do you want your breakfast first or do you want to play?”

Goose bumps pimpled her skin and a thrill of excitement washed over her limbs. “Depends on how strenuous the play is,” she said. “If I need the added strength, then definitely breakfast first.”

He kissed her again, lowering her to the ground before pulling the blanket away from her body. She shivered in the brisk morning air as he stared down at her, his gaze heavy upon he flesh. Her stomach trembled as his fingers grazed the underside of her left breast before he lowered his head, his tongue taking a leisurely swipe of her nipple. His lips covered it moments later, the small tugging sensation when he sucked sending a current of tingles racing straight to her core. “I think we should play first,” he said, peppering kisses across one breast, then the other, before kissing his way up the column of her throat to her mouth.

Wet, hot kisses gave way to roaming hands and by the time he settled between her legs and slid into her depths, she was near breathless with anticipation. He’d worked her to dizzying heights with nothing more than a few kisses, and softly spoken words, before the length of him of was filling her. The first gentle stroke and she knew without a shadow of a doubt, letting him take her was the worst mistake of her life. There was no way she would be able to walk away from him and not have her heart broken. Already, after one night, her body craved his touch. Her skin heated and burned from his kisses and the feel of him buried to the root inside her body left her feeling complete and content. She was lost, already. One night with Devin Shaw and she was completely ruined.

No wonder so many women threw themselves at his feet. One taste and she was starved for more.

He stared down at her, his hips leisurely rising to meet her own. He never broke eye contact with her, his right hand caressing her cheek while the left lay under her back, holding her to him. Soft kisses, light nips of his teeth and the feel of him filling her left her dazed. She was lost in a sea of crashing waves as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy before slowing things to a standstill and staring all over again. She was ready to beg him by the time his breaths grew labored, his kisses more ardent and the pulsing heat between her legs thickened until they crashed over the precipice with mingled shouts, hands clinging tightly to the other as they panted for breath.

“Christ woman, I’m not sure I can last another ten days with you and not kill myself from exhaustion.”

Holly smiled and wrapped her arms tighter around him. “I’m not the one who is dragging it all out,” she said. “That’s you.”

“Yes, but its no fun to just hit it and run.”

“I’m glad you think so. I would feel completely used if all you did was ‘hit it and run’.”

He stared down at her, his weight holding her to the ground. “You don’t think I’m just using you, do you?”

“Well, aren’t you?” she said. “I mean, when I leave, there’s no guarantee you’ll ever contact me again.”

“There’s no guarantee you’ll want me too, either. I could be just setting myself up by thinking you actually care about me when all you want is to say you fucked a rock star.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“So said the pretty girls who ran straight to reporters the minute they left my hotel room.”

Holly stared up at him and saw for the first time how vulnerable he was. Rock star he may be but underneath all that cocky bravado laid a man whose heart had been broken. A man who still didn’t know where he fit in in life. She smiled and leaned up, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “Why don’t we just play it by ear and see where it all leads,” she said. “There’s no guarantee that by the time I leave you’ll even still be interested and I may grow tired of all your posturing.”

He laughed and sat up, pulling the condom off and tossing it aside. “Deal, princess.” He stood and reached for her, grabbing her hands and pulling her from the ground. “But in the meantime, I plan on using you like my own private sex toy for the next ten days and right now, I want to see your skin wet and warmed by the pool.”

She walked to the hot spring, dipping a foot into the water and sighing when she submerged her body into it. Devin followed her in, his arms slipping around her waist as he pulled her to his chest. They sat quietly for long minutes before Devin said, “You know, you never have told me what you do for a living.”

Holly grinned and looked back over her shoulder at him. “Oh, I work at a newspaper. I used to be a reporter of sorts,” she said.

“Of sorts? What does that mean?”

“Well, I visited local clubs and reviewed the acts I found. Fledgling bands mostly but occasionally I reviewed more well known groups.”

Devin grinned. “Oh, yeah? Did you ever write a review for Wicked?”

“I did, actually,” she said, laughing. “I saw you guys play in a small club in L.A. before anyone knew who you even were. I hated it from the first note and said as much in my report. Once you guys made it big, by then, newspapers all over the country had picked up my very old report. I was touted as the girl who didn’t know good music if it bit me on the ass.”

“What!” Devin yelled, laughing. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“No. You single-handedly ruined a very good career for me. I’m now reduced to writing obituaries and help wanted notices.”

“Oh, that’s just precious,” he said. “And here I thought you wanted me for my body. You’re just out for revenge, aren’t you?”

Holly turned in his arms, smiling. “Yes and I plan on taking it out on you the only way I know how.”

“And how is that?” he asked, leaning forward to nibble on her lip.

“By making you fall desperately in love with me and leaving you to your hand once I go home.”

“Evil.” He grinned. “I like it. I think the whole falling in love with you bit might work.”

“Then my job here is done,” she said, grinning. “Now shut up and kiss me.”

The End
 
 


 
 
The Wicked Series

The four men who make up the rock band, Wicked, the hottest act to hit the scene in years, have earned their wicked status without much help. They’re bad, sinfully delicious, and a temptation to every woman they meet.

Gearing up for a worldwide tour, the guys are about to come face to face with the only women strong enough to tame them. But it’ll take more than a few smooth words to win the hearts of these ladies. When you can have any woman you want, how do you convince the one you can’t live without her?

Book 1 – Wicked: Tempt Me Not (Devin and Holly)
Book 2 – Wicked: Leather and Lace (Luke and Roxy)
Book 3 – Wicked: Jade Butterfly (Christian and Jessi)
Book 4 – Wicked: Sweet Temptation ( Mick and Faith)
Boxset – Wicked: The Complete Series All 4 books in one hot volume!
 
 


 
 
Wicked: Tempt Me Not – Flash Fiction
Copyright © 2009 Lily Graison

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