Stories for When the Sun Goes Down (Sexy Anthology) (7 page)

The devil poked me with his sharp little
fork. “Fuck me, Ray,” I said. “Fuck me, now, hard, fuck me until neither of us
can breathe or remember our names.”

He straightened his arms and stared down
at where we were joined. There was a glisten of perspiration on his forehead.
“You asked for it, little lady.”

A shiver of utter delight tore through me
as he pulled out then forged back in.

He grimaced.

I cried out.

He set up a wild, thrusting rhythm. The
scent of sex filled the hide, the sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together
echoed in my ears.

And then I was there, hanging onto the
edge of ecstasy. His wide glans was bashing sublimely at my G-spot, his pubis
grinding my clit. I allowed the pressure to erupt and topple me over.

Spiraling through bliss, I sank my teeth
into his chest, just a little, over a tattoo of an eagle.

“Ah, ah, yes, I’m coming,” he grunted then
froze at the hilt.

Sliding my hands down the smooth planes of
his back to his butt, I pulled him closer still. Felt his cock pulsing inside
me, jolting up against my cervix. Our bodies had come together spectacularly,
wondrously. I couldn’t have ever hoped for more.

 “You okay, baby,” he gasped, opening
his eyes and gazing down at me. There was a sheen of sweat on his brow, his
lips were moist and parted.

I touched the teeth marks over his eagle
then reached up and cupped the scarred side of his face. “Never better, you?”

“Abso-bloody-lutely.” He grinned, a dirty,
sexy grin that balled his cheek against my palm. “Who would have thought,” he
said, “that the shiest little bird of them all would be the one to take me to
paradise?

About Shy Bird and The Actress

Both Shy Bird and The Actress are
additions to anthologies published by the charity Coming Together. Shy Bird
features in
Coming
Together Triumphantly
edited by Dorla Moorehouse and raises money for The
National Women’s Health Network. Each story, donated for free by the authors,
shows how sexy a person’s recovery can be when individuals take the chance to
be happy again after physical or emotional trauma. I really enjoyed writing Shy
Bird and I hope readers find Ray, with his scars and history, a super-sexy
hero. The rest of the anthology is available on Amazon and Smashwords and by
purchasing it you’ll be supporting this worthy cause.

The Actress was the very first story I
donated to Coming Together back in 2010 and is nestled in the pages of
Coming
Together As One
. Each story in this book is ménage a trois orientated and
funds raised go to the charity One, which, headed by U2’s Bono (my favourite
band of all time), aims to end extreme global poverty and preventable diseases
around the world. For more information visit
One
. The entire anthology is also
available on Amazon and Smashwords and by purchasing you can be content in the
knowledge that while enjoying a little bad you are doing a lot of good!

I lifted my stiff neck from the floral
pillow and fumbled for the bifocals resting on my nightgown. Sliding them on, I
managed, after a few moments, to make out the numbers dancing in the serrated
green haze of the digital alarm clock. 05:04
. O
nly four hours until Leanne arrived.

After ringing the bell for a pot of Earl
Grey I reached for the dog-eared scrapbook resting on my bedside table. It was
impressively heavy, ridiculously thick and had been laminated by Leanne several
years ago as a Christmas present.

I found myself reaching for it often as I
approached my ninetieth year. For me, history held so much more than the
future. I wasn't bitter, scared, or even sad about this fact. It was simply how
it was, and I accepted it
—
although the arthritic joints I could happily do without.

The scrapbook helped me lose myself in my
past, and boy, what a past it had been. There'd been nothing boring about my
life. I'd lived it to the full. No, make that, I’d lived it to bursting point.

I opened it randomly to let the memories
burst out. The first picture to show itself was a paparazzi picture of me,
Sapphire Makepeace, holding up my first glittering Best Actress Oscar outside
the Kodak Theatre. I looked stunning in a cerise full-length gown which hugged
my slender curves and hit so low at the front my navel would have been the next
viewable piece of flesh. I wore a dazzling smile and an enormous collection of
diamonds on my left ring finger. Dean Mayer, my new husband, stood close by,
his raven hair slicked to the side, square jaw set proud and his hand resting
in the small of my back. I could still fell the possessive, reassuring pressure
of his palm against my bones.

I swallowed and pulled in a tight breath
and the memory of his favourite Italian aftershave swirled in my chest. It was
a part of me. He was part of me. Fifty-four years of marriage joins souls
together for all of time.

After scanning a few more pages, I dropped
open the album again. This time it offered a newspaper cutting, full page in
black and white. The headline read: HOLLYWOOD'S FAVOURITE STAR MISSING IN
HIMALAYAS
—
WORST FEARED
—
TRIBUTES POURING IN. Beneath the
jarring black words was a faded, grainy picture of me setting off on a climb in
aid of global poverty charity, One. I looked confident, determined, and happy.
The climbing gear suited me, it was tight enough to be sexy, expensive enough
to be couture. I'd also thrown a rope over my shoulder for effect and held a
pickaxe in the manicured hand I'd clutched the Oscar in six months previously.

However, my eyes didn't linger on my own
young self. Instead, I looked at the two climbing experts flanking me. Their
names still rolled around my mouth a hundred times a day. I couldn't have
forgotten them if I'd tried.

Andy and Lee Driver.

Brothers.

English.

They'd summated Everest on two previous
occasions. They'd also been given the unenviable task, or perhaps some would
have said enviable task, of getting me at least up to camp VI safely. That was
all I needed to do to complete my sponsorship duties. It was all the insurance
company would allow because my next three movie deals were big budget. A dead
leading lady would be an inconvenient expense.

I studied their faces. Lee had a sharp,
angular jaw line, supporting a devil-may-care expression and long hair which
curled out of his striped beanie like gripping fingers. Andy's broad grin
stretched the small, spiked tuft of hair beneath his bottom lip and creased his
young but weathered cheeks into balls. He wore his hair shorter than Lee's, and
although I knew it to be the same sun-kissed gold as his brother's, it couldn't
be seen on this photo because of his peaked Manchester United cap.

Their eyes were an identical stunning ice
blue, so beautifully clear and pale they could have been chipped straight off
an ancient glacier. I leaned in for a closer look. I'd always liked their eyes
the best. It was the adrenaline junkie sparkle that did it for me every time.
They just couldn't get enough. Life on the edge was their drug. It buzzed them
to a high few people on the planet were ever lucky enough to experience.

Of course, a black and white newspaper clipping
didn't do their eyes or their sense of presence justice. So with a sigh of part
frustration, part melancholy, I rested back on the pillow and let a wave of
drowsiness wash over me.

Suddenly, I was there again.

* * * *

Surrounded by snow-dusted peaks, I glanced
up. Sharp rocky points licked an azure sky. There was an acute sense that the
deep blackness of space was only a whisker away. My cool limbs felt free and
agile, my body light and lithe, and my thoughts sharp and fresh.

I pulled up several feet and noticed a
chill wind had picked up from the East. It was clipping around a vertical face
and catching us side-on like a barrage of icy bullets. But it was okay. Andy
had me tightly secured to his waist up front, and Lee was close behind me. The reassuring
jangle of hooks and clips filtered to my ears whenever the wind rested, and I
felt safe and protected between my two professional climbers. My two personal
mountain bodyguards.

"How you doin'?" Lee called, his
English accent familiar on my ears after a week in his company.

"Fine," I shouted over my
shoulder, even though my hands were beginning to numb with the chill.
"Let's keep going."

"Watch this hand hole,
Sapphire," Andy warned from above, his big orange goggles flashing in the
brilliant sunlight. "It's a little awkward and quite a stretch for
you."

I looked to where he was indicating my
next grip, flexed and un-flexed my fingers to encourage the flow of blood and
took a deep breath. I could do it. I knew I could. I stretched out my cold
spine, elongated the joints in my shoulder and elbow, and managed to fix my
fingers around the pin. But the metal had been put in at an angle, and I just
couldn't get the traction I needed to pull up. I shifted my frozen left foot to
anchor myself better and thrust my weight further forward.

The moment I did it, I knew it'd been a
mistake.

With a terrifying rush, my body began a
downward plummet. My hands flailed against smooth rock, a blood curdling scream
left my mouth, and my stomach lurched sickeningly. Then Lee's massive arms were
around me, and I was securely lodged between his solid body and Everest.

"It's okay. It's okay," he
soothed in a voice so low and calm it echoed around my head like a mantra.
"I've got you. It's okay." His helmet pressed against mine and his
lips touched my earlobe.

"Shit, man," Andy shouted with a
rare note of panic in his voice. "What the hell's going on down there with
you two?"

I gasped and tried to beat down the
powerful surge of adrenaline just released into my system.

"You guys all right?" Andy
asked, manically adjusting ropes and spinning so he could get a better look at
us.

"Yeah, she's fine." Lee kept his
arms tightly around my waist, his body pressing me into the mountain face.
"She just needs a minute to recover from the fright, that's all."

His hot breath washed over my cheek and
the rustle of his jacket sounded deafening to my hyper-acute senses. I closed
my eyes and wondered what I was doing here, half way up a mountain, miles from
Dean Mayer, and with a gorgeous mountaineer not just saving my life but also
embracing me.

"I can't go any further," I said
shakily, vertigo suddenly haunting me along with the cold.

"Sure you can. It was just a little
slip, that's all."

"No, I nearly fell all the way
down." Tears were threatening. I could see them forming on my lower lids.
I was sure they'd freeze.

"Hey, hey." He shifted so he
could look at my face and through our goggles captured my watery gaze with his.
"I'm here, Andy's here, it's okay. We won't let you fall. I promise."

"But..."

"No buts." His voice was
determined. "You've come so far over the last week. We'll soon be there,
and you've done amazingly well for a..."

"For a what?"

"For a… a girl."

"That's not what you were going to
say." I tutted as my tears were thankfully reabsorbed.

"Yes, it was." He tugged at his
bottom lip with his teeth and a ghost of a smile played on his mouth.

"No, you were going to say for an
actress, weren't you?"

He released a cheeky grin that flashed his
perfect white teeth. "Yeah, you got me. For an actress, you're doing
amazingly well." He shrugged causing my whole body to shift within his
hold.

"Humph." I tried to ignore the
shivering in my core that was a result of both Lee's close proximity and the
arctic conditions. I looked up at Andy. "Are you going to sit there all
day?" I shouted fiercely, a puff of breath circling my face. "We’ve
got a mountain to climb."

He grinned broadly and flicked me the
thumbs up sign.

We carried on for another three hours. It
was bitterly cold and incredibly slow progress. The rocks were sheer and the
light fading. It wasn't late in the day, but a deep duvet of inky clouds now
coated the mountain. I tried to ignore their ominous accumulation, but caught
Andy studying the horizon and then look down at Lee.

Something unsaid passed between them.

It wasn't something frivolous.

"We're going to set up a temporary
camp soon," Andy called in a light voice as I hoisted my butt up another
level.

"I thought we were going to get to
camp five today," I replied, twining a rope as best I could with my cold
hands.

"No, we'll never make it. A storm's
heading our way."

I swallowed a bolt of fear, unable to deny
what was before me any longer. I'd heard other climbers' accounts of storms at
this altitude, and none of them sounded like a party. I'd hoped to get away
without experiencing one, and we'd been lucky so far.

Now it seemed our luck had run dry.

"There's good spot ten foot to the
left," Andy shouted down, his words catching on a sudden whip of wind that
held several fat snowflakes.

"So what are you waiting for?"
Lee shouted back, shoving up with a sudden swiftness to his skillful movements.

I carried on climbing, with Lee tucked in
tight behind me, until we came to a small outcrop of about twelve-by-ten feet.
The snow was falling heavier now, big, round flakes that stacked against every
surface they hit.

"We gotta get this tent up
fast." Andy indicated to a small dip in the rock wall. "You stand
there, Sapphire. Hook yourself on, and we'll get the kit organised."

I did as I was told, glad to stop moving
for a minute and rest my icy limbs. I watched through the falling snow as the
two men sorted out the sleeping arrangements. It wasn't exactly the five star
luxury I'd become accustomed to in my privileged lifestyle, but the small blue tent
perched precariously near a sheer drop was to be home for the night. Perhaps
longer.

Andy made quick work of erecting the tent
as Lee shoved pegs into nooks and crannies in the mountainside to keep it secure.
It was a difficult task. The blasting wind flapped the material violently until
Lee tugged each section taut with thin white ropes.

Snow was being hurled in every direction
by the gale. I felt a brutal shiver travel up my spine and then, as if a switch
had been flicked, my muscles relaxed in exhaustion. I had no more to give.
Shaking had used up the last of my energy. I looked down, snow was piling up
around my static feet, and I could hardly see my boots through the drift. They
were so numb, and combined with not being able to see them, my toes and ankles
could have vanished and I wouldn't have noticed.

Lee was struggling with the pegs,
visibility was dangerously reduced in the blizzard conditions, and it was hard
to find secure cracks. Andy went to help him, and they put their combined
strength into stretching one last peg into a deep crevice.

"That should do it." I heard
Andy shout through the howling wind.

"Yeah." Lee nodded towards me.
"Let's get Sapphire inside before she freezes to death."

And then I was being unhooked and half
carried, half dragged through the tiny tent door. If I'd thought the noise of
the storm inside would be less intense, I was wrong. It was just as deafening
if not louder. The canvas snapped all around as the pounding wind tried to blow
us off our thin shelf down to a frozen mountain grave.

I sank to my knees on the sleeping bags
and tried to stop the chattering in my jaw. My teeth were rattling out of
control. I was going to break a very expensive crown soon.

Lee zipped the tent behind Andy,
barricading us against the wind chill and locking us into the blue glow of the
tent. He began dumping his climbing gear by the door. "You'll soon warm
up, Sapphire," he said, fiddling with a compass. "Now that you're out
the elements."