Free Stone Passions Trilogy by A. C. Warneke Page A

sexual gratification was going to disappear altogether because nothing she did to herself could ever compare to how it felt having Vaughn between her thighs.
    She could still feel his cock deep within her and she was pretty sure he had been very well endowed. Sadly, the only thing she regretted from their encounter was the fact that she didn’t get to see him naked, didn’t get to see the penis that had impaled her and made her body burn. A small shiver whispered through her body just thinking about what she had done and who she had done it with. Heck, she was still a little tender from Vaughn.
    With her brain still buzzing from the aftermath of having sex with a perfect stranger, she knew she wasn’t going to be getting to sleep any time soon. How could she sleep when she was torn between euphoria and anxiety? Having sex with Vaughn was so outside the realm of normal behavior for her she wondered what she had been thinking. More importantly, when would she see him again?
    Heaving a sigh, she flung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, stretching and feeling a pleasurable ache between her thighs. A small smile played at her lips at the reminder of just how phenomenal the sex had been. Making sure Vanessa was covered, she walked the short distance to her kitchen and turned on the hot water maker. She was going to make a cup of hot chocolate, sit down at the kitchen counter and try to figure out where the hell her brain went when she had sex in the bathroom with a man she hardly knew.
    Granted, she had drunken a bit more than usual but she had been by no means drunk, just slightly tipsy. She had gotten far drunker before and not ended up in the bathroom with a gorgeous stranger between her legs. Even before she had her first drink she had been tempted by Vaughn, before she even knew his name. In fact, it was his fault that she had drunk so much to begin with… not that she was blaming him for what she voluntarily did. He had simply been the inspiration for her recklessness. Unfortunately, she was pretty sure she still would have had sex with him even if she had been stone-cold sober because he had been that intoxicating.
    Would she have had sex with him had she still been dating Peter? A rush of guilt swept over her as she realized she would have seriously considered it and she thanked God they had broken up all of those months ago! Although, he had left a strange message on her machine sometime before she got home saying he was planning on coming over to ask her something in the next few days. Hopefully he was all right since they had parted on such good terms. She had even seen him around town and he had looked happy. She briefly wondered if he was okay.
    With a shrug, she dismissed her thoughts of Peter; she would listen to whatever he had to say and then maybe she would tell him to give Vanessa a chance. Vanessa would help loosen him up a bit and he could be a stabilizing influence on her. She felt like she should be uncomfortable with the idea but she was strangely okay with it, almost as if Peter and Vanessa belonged together. Maybe she had been standing in the way of true love for all of those years, maybe….
    Vanessa started to moan and Melanie looked up from pouring hot water into a mug. At first Melanie thought her friend was having a bad dream. But the moaning was quickly sounding like moans of pleasure, of ecstasy. Stirring the decadent chocolate powder into the water, she was grateful to her friend for distracting her from her depressing thoughts.
    With a wry smile, she took a sip of her hot chocolate. Maybe that was the reason why Peter had been so down on Vanessa when the two of them were dating – he was secretly in love with her. Thank God he had been too honorable to cheat on her to pursue a relationship with Vanessa. Of course, Melanie probably shouldn’t have been feeling so pleased with herself since she had admitted, even if it was only to herself, that she probably would have slept with