Author: RedJoan

Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 9: It Happens

**Christopher**

‘I’ll stand there as you two exchange your vows, but I’m not giving a speech,’ I muttered, crossing my arms as I stood in the office that hosted dozens of pictures of a certain curvy brunette. It was the Thursday before his wedding, and Luke has finally convinced me to be his best man, an honor I realistically didn’t want.

Weddings weren’t my thing.

‘On the same page with you there. I wouldn’t want the guests to fall asleep,’ he grinned.

‘Fuck off.’

He ignored my malevolence. ‘Jill agreed to give a speech, and we’ll see if Steve and Jake will be sober enough to say a few words as well. You just have to stand there and look pretty . . . actually just standing there is fine.’

‘Of course. Wouldn’t want to show up the pretty groom,’ I grumbled, turning to leave. Before I could clear the doorway, a red headed goddess emerged to block my path.

‘Stacey,’ I whispered abruptly, my breath catching at the top of my throat and my eyes instinctively zeroing in on the ample cleavage from her black *see-through* blouse. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 9: It Happens

**Christopher**

‘I’ll stand there as you two exchange your vows, but I’m not giving a speech,’ I muttered, crossing my arms as I stood in the office that hosted dozens of pictures of a certain curvy brunette. It was the Thursday before his wedding, and Luke has finally convinced me to be his best man, an honor I realistically didn’t want.

Weddings weren’t my thing.

‘On the same page with you there. I wouldn’t want the guests to fall asleep,’ he grinned.

‘Fuck off.’

He ignored my malevolence. ‘Jill agreed to give a speech, and we’ll see if Steve and Jake will be sober enough to say a few words as well. You just have to stand there and look pretty . . . actually just standing there is fine.’

‘Of course. Wouldn’t want to show up the pretty groom,’ I grumbled, turning to leave. Before I could clear the doorway, a red headed goddess emerged to block my path.

‘Stacey,’ I whispered abruptly, my breath catching at the top of my throat and my eyes instinctively zeroing in on the ample cleavage from her black *see-through* blouse. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 9: It Happens

**Christopher**

‘I’ll stand there as you two exchange your vows, but I’m not giving a speech,’ I muttered, crossing my arms as I stood in the office that hosted dozens of pictures of a certain curvy brunette. It was the Thursday before his wedding, and Luke has finally convinced me to be his best man, an honor I realistically didn’t want.

Weddings weren’t my thing.

‘On the same page with you there. I wouldn’t want the guests to fall asleep,’ he grinned.

‘Fuck off.’

He ignored my malevolence. ‘Jill agreed to give a speech, and we’ll see if Steve and Jake will be sober enough to say a few words as well. You just have to stand there and look pretty . . . actually just standing there is fine.’

‘Of course. Wouldn’t want to show up the pretty groom,’ I grumbled, turning to leave. Before I could clear the doorway, a red headed goddess emerged to block my path.

‘Stacey,’ I whispered abruptly, my breath catching at the top of my throat and my eyes instinctively zeroing in on the ample cleavage from her black *see-through* blouse. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 8: A Familiar Doctor

**Stacey**

Pressure in my head. Scratchy throat. Eyelids made of lead.

I woke up to a deep rumbling engine, and looked around, the sun’s rays attacking my irises. There were cars packed in neat rows from all sides, as if we were at a dealership, but upon further inspection they were from all years and brands. I’m in an outdoor parking lot, and alone.

‘Chris?’ I asked, my voice surprisingly small and hoarse.

‘I’m right here,’ his warm, masculine voice came from behind me. I heard something metal hit the pavement, and then the whirring of the Escalade’s trunk lowering. Relief replaced the initial pang of anxiousness when I laid eyes on him, his presence reassuring me.

He pushed a comfortable-looking wheelchair around to my side of the car before opening the door, the cool November air invading the cabin. ‘Here,’ he said as he lowered me onto the chair as easily as if I was a straw doll, and I gripped the hard muscles of his upper arm instinctively, providing me with a secure point where I could lean my weight. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 8: A Familiar Doctor

**Stacey**

Pressure in my head. Scratchy throat. Eyelids made of lead.

I woke up to a deep rumbling engine, and looked around, the sun’s rays attacking my irises. There were cars packed in neat rows from all sides, as if we were at a dealership, but upon further inspection they were from all years and brands. I’m in an outdoor parking lot, and alone.

‘Chris?’ I asked, my voice surprisingly small and hoarse.

‘I’m right here,’ his warm, masculine voice came from behind me. I heard something metal hit the pavement, and then the whirring of the Escalade’s trunk lowering. Relief replaced the initial pang of anxiousness when I laid eyes on him, his presence reassuring me.

He pushed a comfortable-looking wheelchair around to my side of the car before opening the door, the cool November air invading the cabin. ‘Here,’ he said as he lowered me onto the chair as easily as if I was a straw doll, and I gripped the hard muscles of his upper arm instinctively, providing me with a secure point where I could lean my weight. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 7: The Penthouse

**Stacey**

There was nothing separating the cool air from my naked skin, but I felt like I was lying next to a blasting furnace, his body warming me, the skin on skin contact allowing me to steal from his endless heat.

Grateful for his massive height, I nudged my head underneath Chris’ chin, a position I was never able to comfortably accomplish with Todd, his five-nine unable to host my five-eleven. Add on the fact that he worked with wood in his spare time, Chris’ substantial frame seemed fit on a lumberjack more than lawyer. I inhaled in his scent of pine and masculinity, the aromas turning my thoughts primal, causing my thighs to squeeze together in want.

My hands grasped firmly on his throbbing cock, twisting and pulling in long, unhurried motions, my saliva reducing the friction between my palm and his unit. It felt hot and *heavy* in my hands, and while I’ve had my share of genital encounters, this was the first time I was actually intimidated by an erection.

Intimidated, but more so intrigued. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 7: The Penthouse

**Stacey**

There was nothing separating the cool air from my naked skin, but I felt like I was lying next to a blasting furnace, his body warming me, the skin on skin contact allowing me to steal from his endless heat.

Grateful for his massive height, I nudged my head underneath Chris’ chin, a position I was never able to comfortably accomplish with Todd, his five-nine unable to host my five-eleven. Add on the fact that he worked with wood in his spare time, Chris’ substantial frame seemed fit on a lumberjack more than lawyer. I inhaled in his scent of pine and masculinity, the aromas turning my thoughts primal, causing my thighs to squeeze together in want.

My hands grasped firmly on his throbbing cock, twisting and pulling in long, unhurried motions, my saliva reducing the friction between my palm and his unit. It felt hot and *heavy* in my hands, and while I’ve had my share of genital encounters, this was the first time I was actually intimidated by an erection.

Intimidated, but more so intrigued. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 7: The Penthouse

**Stacey**

There was nothing separating the cool air from my naked skin, but I felt like I was lying next to a blasting furnace, his body warming me, the skin on skin contact allowing me to steal from his endless heat.

Grateful for his massive height, I nudged my head underneath Chris’ chin, a position I was never able to comfortably accomplish with Todd, his five-nine unable to host my five-eleven. Add on the fact that he worked with wood in his spare time, Chris’ substantial frame seemed fit on a lumberjack more than lawyer. I inhaled in his scent of pine and masculinity, the aromas turning my thoughts primal, causing my thighs to squeeze together in want.

My hands grasped firmly on his throbbing cock, twisting and pulling in long, unhurried motions, my saliva reducing the friction between my palm and his unit. It felt hot and *heavy* in my hands, and while I’ve had my share of genital encounters, this was the first time I was actually intimidated by an erection.

Intimidated, but more so intrigued. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 6: Without a Rubber

**Christopher**

I was sweating .50 cal bullets. My head was lightheaded and dense all at the same time, like I had just been through concussion but was on the verge of recovery. My body felt jelly and muscles as if invaded by a thousand paper cuts, aching everywhere.

Unhelping was the rhythmic banging of wood on concrete, and I furrowed my brows at the stinging sunlight, my eyes like virgin irises that never seen such furious rays before.

I found myself covered in two layers of blankets, shaking my head, wondering how I got into this position. Rolling off the twin bed, I checked my watch, realizing it was nearly noon on Saturday. The memory of passing out after drinking one too many martinis drifted into my mind, but it was forced away by the fucking banging that was driving me up a wall.

Twisting the knob and opening the door, I heard that it was coming from the room adjacent the hallway, and I suddenly remembered that I was in Luke’s apartment.

Luke’s apartment where Abigail usually stayed as well. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 6: Without a Rubber

**Christopher**

I was sweating .50 cal bullets. My head was lightheaded and dense all at the same time, like I had just been through concussion but was on the verge of recovery. My body felt jelly and muscles as if invaded by a thousand paper cuts, aching everywhere.

Unhelping was the rhythmic banging of wood on concrete, and I furrowed my brows at the stinging sunlight, my eyes like virgin irises that never seen such furious rays before.

I found myself covered in two layers of blankets, shaking my head, wondering how I got into this position. Rolling off the twin bed, I checked my watch, realizing it was nearly noon on Saturday. The memory of passing out after drinking one too many martinis drifted into my mind, but it was forced away by the fucking banging that was driving me up a wall.

Twisting the knob and opening the door, I heard that it was coming from the room adjacent the hallway, and I suddenly remembered that I was in Luke’s apartment.

Luke’s apartment where Abigail usually stayed as well. Read more »