Free OtherKin: Tranquility by Anya Bast Page B

really comprehending it and finally
tossed the book down to the bath mat.
    "Hell!" she
said aloud to the quiet bathroom.
    She soaped her
loofah and started scrubbing her skin hard enough to hurt. That
damn man! She couldn't even think about him without thinking about
sex, and sex was the last thing she needed to be thinking about
where he was concerned.
    What was it
about the man got a woman's panties in such a twist? Yes, he was
gorgeous, tall, and broad-shouldered with thick dark hair and blue
eyes. The man had a body that made a woman dream. It was just the
right amount of muscled. And his lips, there was heaven there. His
mouth was full and sensual looking. Made her want to run her
fingers over it, made her want those lips on her breasts, maybe
trailing down her stomach to her....
    She splashed
the water in frustration. Just the thought of him made her body
respond. Her breasts felt heavier, her clit felt plumped between
her thighs. The thought of what Roane would be like in the throes
of passion…his fingers fisted in her hair while he spread his big
body over hers, taking her from behind in slow, deep strokes.
    Before she knew
it, she had her hand between her thighs while she petted her clit.
Scarlet closed her eyes and imagined the feel of his body against
hers, his cock filling her to capacity. She imagined the sound of
his breathing in her ear and the feel of his hands on her. Her cunt
throbbed at the fantasy.
    But, no.
    She pulled her
hand away from her clit. There was no way in hell she was going to
get herself off by thinking of him. How the hell would she be able
to face him if she did a thing like that?
    "Hell!" she
yelled.
    "Uh…Scarlet?"
came a voice on the other side of the door. It was Amy. "You okay
in there?"
    "Yes, I'm
fine," she answered irritably.
    "Your brother's
here."
    "Oh, crap. I'll
be there in a minute."
    She got out of
her bath. It was clear it wasn't relaxing her anyway. After she
dressed in her fuzzy pajamas and wrapped her long hair in a towel,
she met her brother.
    "Marcus, what
are you doing here so late?" she asked when she entered the living
room. Her blond-haired, blue-eyed brother had perched himself on
the armrest of their gray couch.
    He stood. Amy
had given him a beer, which he held loosely in one hand. "Scarlet,
hey, I heard you quit your job at the law office."
    "I did. The
hours were too long and the pay too little. I'm looking for
something else now."
    "Something else
secretarial?"
    "I guess," she
answered slowly, wondering where he was going with this.
    "Considered the
opening down at Morgan's?"
    Scarlet
frowned. Morgan's was a car repair place in downtown Tranquility.
"No, I can't say I considered Morgan's."
    "Scarlet, can
we sit down a minute?"
    Instantly wary,
Scarlet sat down on the couch and Marcus sat down next to her.
"What do you want, bro?"
    He sighed and
pushed a hand through his hair. "Roane just got a job at Morgan's.
They're looking for someone to run the office and I was
thinking—"
    Scarlet
stiffened, knowing what was coming. "Seems to me you don't think
that much, Marcus," she snapped. "Or that well."
    He put his hand
on her arm. "Sis, please. I need someone to keep an eye on him.
You're the only woman I trust not to get into bed with him, both
literally and figuratively."
    Scarlet
groaned.
    "Please? Just
for a little while."
    "I don't think
it's a good idea," she grumbled.
    Marcus turned
her to face him, took her hands in his and stared into her eyes.
"You're the only one I trust, Scarlet. If the pay isn't enough,
I'll supplement our income."
    Oh, god. She
sighed and stood. "I'll think about it," she grunted, and then
stomped out of the room.
    This was all
she needed. It was like some conspiracy to see how much her sex
drive could take before it melted down.
    Scarlet stood
in Morgan Auto Shop's front office, invoice forgotten in her hand,
and watched Roane lean over the side of a sedan to tinker with the
engine. She tipped her head to the side, considering the