And now for the kitchen sink

Beth here! Happy Sunday y’all! Today is my last blog as my peep Sasha is coming back from Reno today. I hope you had fun with JJ and I this week. 🙂

I thought all day yesterday about what I would blog about today… my last blog with y’all. :O

And I decided to give you the kitchen sink… This is a scene from my upcoming release, The Reward, from Liquid Silver Books. It’s the third in a series about the Malloy family – this one is in 1884 Texas. The release date isn’t set yet, but figure Septemberish.

This particular scene has been dubbed “the sink scene” by others. Be careful, it might singe your monitors. 😎

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Leigh opened the door to the house quietly. It was dark in the kitchen, so hopefully Mrs. Hanson went off to whatever cave she lived in, and Malcolm was asleep upstairs. He’d taken quite a beating. The extent of his bruises had even shocked her. She reached above the sink by hand and found a candle and matches kept there just for such an occasion. She struck the match on the bottom of the candleholder and lit the wick. A warm glow suffused the room.

“Where have you been?”

Malcolm’s question in the silence of the room nearly made her jump clean out of her skin.

“What the hell are you doing? Trying to scare me to death?” Her heart was beating a mile a minute.

“You went to see him, didn’t you?”

Leigh didn’t answer. She tried to ignore his shadowy figure sitting at the kitchen table as she went to the sink to soak a rag in cold water.

“Don’t ignore me, Amante. Answer the question.”

Setting the candle on the shelf again, she worked the pump handle until cold water splashed out. Taking a rag from the side of the sink, she let the water rush over it. Then she wrung it out and pressed it to her throbbing lip.

“What right do you have to even ask me where I’ve been, Mal?”

The scrape of the chair as he stood should have made her nervous. But it didn’t. She felt… excited. The hairs on her arms were standing at attention and her nipples tightened like river pebbles.

“I have every right.”

He was right behind her. His warm breath rustled the small hairs on her neck. Calling them. Making them rise.

“You are mine.”

“For how long?” she couldn’t resist asking it. It was question that burned in her mind like the Circle O branding iron — two circles going around and around, without beginning or end.

“Amante.” He said, running his hands across her shoulders and down her spine. She arched like a cat in heat. His hands… Lord, his hands were incredible.

“We have always belonged to each other. We always will.”

That was not the answer she was looking for and he knew it. He reached up and snuffed the candle so the room was in darkness.

His hands slid around to cup her breasts, the long fingers reaching up to pinch and twist her nipples into aching peaks. He pressed his cock up against her backside and rubbed. His nimble fingers undid her buttons until her shirt was open, then pulled it out of her jeans. He lifted up the chemise until her breasts were bare in his hands.

“Like fruit from the gods.”

He continued to rub her backside while he caressed and tantalized her breasts and nipples.

More.

He unbuttoned her trousers and slid them and her drawers down to her ankles. Dipping one hand into her pussy, sliding back and forth in her wetness.

“Dios, you are wet. I need to have you, Amante.”

“Yesss…” she hissed, uncaring if anyone walked in or walked by. She needed him now.

She felt him slide down his pants with one hand, since the other was still buried up inside her, making her nearly scream with wanting.

“Spread your legs. Si, that’s it. A little more. Make room for me, carino.”

With her hands braced on the sink, Malcolm entered her with a slow slide that nearly made her come.

“Oh, yes… you are like heaven.”

His hands slid back around to caress her breasts while he thrust into her from behind. And oh, did he ever. Slowly, in and out, never any faster, never any slower. Just a rhythm that was designed to drive her mad.

“Faster.”

He chuckled by her ear. “Anxious, mi vida?”

One hand left her breast and ended up on her pussy, pinching and caressing her hot button as his hard cock pushed in and out of her. It was as incredible as the first time. And the thrill of knowing they could be caught any second made it that much more.

She felt the rush of blood and zinging that signaled her release.

“I’m going to come!”

He put one damp hand over her mouth. “Shhhhh…”

She could smell her scent on his hand and her tongue slipped out to lick its muskiness.

“Amante…”

That’s when he really started fucking her. Harder and harder. She bit down on his hand as her orgasm started rolling through her like a thunder boom in a canyon. It became louder and stronger until she thought her heart would stop from the sheer pleasure that pulsed through her again and again. She heard Malcolm whisper her name in her ear as he pumped into her so deeply, he touched her heart.

Leigh realized she was still holding the rag in her hand and that nearly every drop of water had been squeezed out of it.

Malcolm was still buried inside her, hard and throbbing. He took a deep breath that she felt all the way to her toes.

“Dios.”

“You can say that again.”

He slowly withdrew and she felt his warm seed trickle down her leg. She heard him pull his pants up behind her. She was shaking too much to do that yet. The sink was actually holding her up. If it hadn’t been there, she’d probably be on the floor kissing the wood planks.

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So now you’ve had the kitchen sink. :rolleyes: