I’m late! This is for the last day of the HBC Spring Fling and we’re coming back to James Conrad - thanks to the HBC and @the-th-horniest-book-club for hosting!
I was a bit inspired by a song you know of the same title
Follow up to Running Late - not required reading but it’s the Verse I see it in
The impersonator clapped as James dipped you, kissing you breathless. “Alrighty you two lovebirds. Go get a room. And thank you, thank you very much.” James righted you, grabbing your hand and pulling you down the aisle.
“Wait!” You stumbled behind him, too busy admiring his ass in his tight jeans to care about the white high heels he had bought just for this occasion. You kicked off both shoes, grabbing them up before taking his hand again. James pulled you along, more gently this time, flinging the chapel doors open and leading you to the car.
“Where do we go next?” he asked as he opened your door. He turned back to you and kissed you again; you giggled, throwing your arms around his neck.
Your head was pounding; you groaned and burrowed further into the covers. Wait…You slowly opened your eyes, groaning again as the bright sunlight streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. You closed your eyes for a moment and took stock of yourself. I’m in a bed, my clothes… You ran your hands over yourself, noting panties and some kind of shirt. Buttons scraped against your fingers and the bed shifted. Your eyes flew open and a strangled yell escaped your lips. A body jumped out of the bed, stark naked. You wanted to admire the bare ass in front of you better but he turned to face you. “JAMES?!”
“Y/n?” He ran a hand over his face, the metal ring cool against his… “Did we?”
“Have sex?”
“Get married?!” He shoved the ring out in front of him as you looked down at your left hand. The rose-gold cushion cut stone gleamed in the radiant sunlight of Vegas.
Summary:You’re a doctor of science, specializing in environmental studies and zoology, compiling research in the jungle when a familiar face shows up unannounced.
Word count:3,341
Warnings: Rough sex, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), hand job, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, choking, dirty talk
When the sky darkens and the jungle begins to stir, you know it’s time to pack in. You scramble up the rock ledge to your camp. It’s a modest canvas shelter. You don’t need much, materially speaking, to complete your research.
You light the gas lamp at the shelter entrance, then the one at your workstation, flinging your rucksack full with the day’s field notes underneath.
You step out of your mud-covered boots as you push through the flap into your shelter. You light the inside lamps. Their weak flames cast a golden glow, giving the sparse room a sense of warmth it lacks in daylight.
You turn on the gas burner in your makeshift kitchen area—a simple table, shelf, and six-foot-long kitchen cart—and set your kettle on top of it. You peel off your thick socks and sweat-stained tank, and shimmy out of your trousers.
“You need to improve your security, Doctor.”
You nearly jump out of your skin before you realize who’s spoken.
James Conrad is laid out on the cot against the wall, lounging like some spoiled British housecat. Even in the dim light, you can see his dark T-shirt straining against his chest. His leather holster is strapped around his shoulders and his hiking boots are fastened to his feet.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.
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