Monday, May 25, 2009

Shara & Friends Naughty Bites, Volume One

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Friday, May 22, 2009

Shades of Gray

Chapter 2

Bobbi wanted to be anywhere but here. She hated SEALs. They were all a bunch of arrogant pricks who though they really could walk on water. The only reason she had agreed to tag along was because she knew sooner or later, Maria, who was supposed to be the designated driver, would start drinking. If that girl didn’t watch herself she was going to wind up in DAPA.

It was supposed to have been a fun night out. It had started out that way anyway. Until Carmen got the idea to come to Coronado to pick up some SEALs. It was a challenge to her. Supposedly, SEALs didn’t date regular old Navy women. They went for the prissy perfect California girl type. None of them could honestly claim to be that. There wasn’t a blonde among them. There wasn’t a white girl among them honestly. The closest was Trina, who was half. The called themselves the International Girls Club, each hailing from some exotic locale.

Each expect for her. She was from Jacksonville, a Navy brat born and raised. Bobbi had lost her only parent, her father, when she was eighteen. Lost and alone, she had joined the Navy herself, though being a female she couldn’t follow in her father’s exact footsteps. He was a submariner, there were no women on submarines. Something about close quarters and women’s cycles kept that option closed. Because the job required that he be away from home so much, Bobbi had pretty much raised herself.

That was neither here or there right now. At this second, all she wanted to do was to get the hell out of here. She’d call the girls in the morning. It looked like they had a ride home tonight so they didn’t her. She’d quietly lifted Maria’s keys, though she would probably leave the car here anyway. They could come back for it tomorrow. She just didn’t want the crazy ass girl thinking she could drive anywhere.

Easing back, Bobbi made her way from the table headed toward the bar. She would get the bartender to call her a cab. Thankfully, there weren’t many people in this little hellhole. With a little luck she would be well away before her friends noticed she was no longer at the table. No one was paying much attention to her, so more than likely no one would notice the little black chick sneaking out. She wasn’t exactly the type of woman the men here was into.

Making her way to the bar, she leaned over to speak to the bartender as quietly as she could. “Excuse me? Can I use you phone?”

“Why don’t you drink your beer first, then I’ll take you home.”

Bobbi jumped at the deep, definitively southern drawl by her side. Turning quickly she gasped at the man by her side.

He wasn’t a bear of a man, but there was something darkly dangerous about him. Every inch of his wiry frame screamed Special Forces, from those piercing blue eyes to the jagged one inch scar that graced the left side of his face. He was tall, well over six feet by about four or five inches, his dark hair close cropped so that it was impossible to tell whether it was naturally curly or straight. She couldn’t really tell if it was black or just dark brown from the weak, muted light.

“I didn’t order a beer.” She felt like an idiot as soon as she said it. Thankfully, he didn’t comment, just set a cold beer in front of her.

“I ordered one for you.”

He didn’t smile, didn’t come up with any corny pick up lines. He just stood there, crowding her space, waiting. But for whatever reason, she was neither annoyed or uncomfortable. Bobbi wasn’t the touchy feely type, so the fact he was standing so close should have unnerved her. It didn’t. Maybe because he was actually cute, in a dangerous, bad boy kind of way.

“Uh, thanks.”

She should have politely refused; she had no idea why she didn’t. Instead she simply picked up the bottle and took a swig. She didn’t bother to wonder how he knew what she was drinking. He was a SEAL, after all, it was his job to notice things. Why the hell hadn’t she noticed him standing there?

“Are you gonna tell me your name, or should I guess?”

Well, hell, he was being playful. One could probably never tell by the seemingly perpetual serious expression, but there was something in the subtle shift in his stance thst clued her in. His eyes never left her face, like he was looking for something. Bobbi shivered under his scrutiny. This man was asking for a hell of lot more than her name. She wasn’t all together sure she was prepared to give him any of it.

“My name is Bobbi.”

“Bobbi as in Barbara or Roberta?”

“Bobbi as in Bobbi.”

When he cracked a smile, Bobbi actually got goose bumps.

“Well, Bobbi I’m, Grayson Calhoun.” He didn’t offer his hand or anything, just a wicked little half smile. “My friends call me Gray. Are you almost done with that beer?”

He was serious; he wanted to take her home. She was no dummy, she knew damned well why. It shocked her. She didn’t usually attract guys like him. Not that she was a dog or anything. She knew she was above average and there wasn’t a thing in the world wrong with knowing you looked decent. But she was just above average. This dude was a one hundred on the scale from one to ten. Plus he was a SEAL. She hated SEALs.

But she was going to go with him. Stupid beyond measure letting some guy she just met take her home, but Bobbi was not one to ever lie to herself. The physical attraction was immediate and hella strong. Even though he wasn’t touching her, she could feel his body heat bathing her skin in its warmth. His scent made her want to bury her face in his neck and let him protect her from the world. A woman knew within a few minutes whether or not she was going to sleep with a man, she just had to decide when. There was no doubt she was going to sleep with him, and he looked none to patient.

Bobbi was a mature modern woman. She was not one for one night stands often, but she’d had a few. Hell, she was a sailor in the United States Navy! It was in the contract or something. She knew enough to be careful and to how to protect herself. She might regret this, but she doubted it. Dude looked far too intense to be a dud. Plus he never took his eyes off of her, she liked that. Right now she was the center of his universe. Yeah, she could handle that-for tonight.

“I’m done with the beer,” she declared setting the half full bottle on the counter and turning to face the hottie she would ever see again after tonight. Crazy, stupid, dangerous, and she was so going to do it.

“After you.” He moved around her, waving his hand toward the front door and effectively blocking the view so her friends wouldn’t see her leaving. Nice move.

He was right behind her the entire way. It wasn’t until they were out the doors that he reached out and touched her.

It was nothing really, just his very large, very warm hand on the small of her back. She could feel the heat through the light cotton of her dress. It wasn’t remotely sexual, yet her juices started to flow with a vengeance. The goose bumps on her arms had nothing to do with the breeze from the nearby ocean. She almost groaned at the loss of contact when he opened the door of his jeep.

“Do you want to go straight home?”

It was a casual question, but the voice held a promise she wanted kept. Licking he lips nervously, she gathered her courage to reply. “No.”

There she said it. It was on. The sardonic smiles sent another chill down her spine. Had she made the right decision? Her eyes traveled across his profile and down his body to rest in his lap. She could make out a thick ridge outlined down the right side of his jeans. Oh, hell yeah. Just as she licked her lips once more, the damned thing twitched, as if basking in her perusal.

Bobbi swung her eyes upward and to her mortification found him watching her surreptitiously. Her face flamed as she quickly averted her gaze to the passing scenery. They had already gone over the Coronado Bridge and was heading towards downtown on the 5 Freeway. She hoped like hell he wasn’t taking her to one of those pretentious clubs downtown. She held her breath when he got off on First Street, but instead of taking one of the many side streets off of Broadway, he headed straight toward the wharf. A moonlight walk?

She was nervous as a virgin on her first date by the time he pulled over to park near the Waterfront. There were a smattering of small boutiques and shops overlooking the bay, most were closed now, but there were a couple of restaurants and an arcade still open. She sincerely hoped he wasn’t going to suggest one of the restaurants; there were so many knots in her stomach there was no way she could keep any food down.

“Walk a while with me?”

There was nothing guileless about those baby blues of his. They twinkled with mischief and a slice of danger that sent a shock of a thrill right up her spine. Did he even know her didn’t have to plot, plan or even try that hard. Hell, they could’ve gone straight to her apartment.

Well, maybe not her apartment. She was a little weird about bringing men home. Still, the battle was won, he was already in, but if he wanted to go through the motions, she was game. Besides, ending the pre-game would be such a waste of his southern charm.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Shades of Gray

It's been a while since I posted something I was working on, but better late than never, eh? So anyway, if anyone is still reading this let me know what you think, kay? Another chpater next week.

Chapter 1

Grayson saw the women as soon as they walked into the bar. They looked oddly flighty and cheerful against the general malaise that cast a pall over the bar and its patrons. Each one of the five had on a brightly colored, barely there excuses or sundresses, contrasting with the varying colors of their skin. From light gold to deep mahogany, four of the women fluttered like butterflies, quickly attracting the attention of the men who hadn’t moved on to greener pastures but rather had chosen to stay in the depressing little bar for one reason or another.

It wasn’t that late but the women had obviously been drinking and partying long before stopping here. Obvious to someone trained to watch people, that is. They weren’t drunk, just happy- for now. Judging from the drinks they kept ordering and the flirtatious smiles and cat calls, they were well on their way to not only being good and drunk, but fucked well by a few of the Navy’s best.

One of the women with light caramel colored skin eyed her friend’s drinks with envy while pretending to drink a club soda. So much for their designated driver. She’d be drinking before the night was out. The mahogany colored woman was nursing a beer, not really joining in on the revelry. When a group of men came to join their table, she actually sat back a little, slowly inching her chair back and away from the crowd. No one seemed to notice she was far removed from the group, not even attempting to smile with the other laughed riotously and flirted outrageously. Looked like she was just waiting to make a break for it.

For a Friday night, the Coronado watering hole had been pretty dead. Usually there were plenty of women crowding into the place. Groupies with big fake tits, even falser giggles, crowned with blonde hair compliments of a Miss Clairol. It was not so unusual, it happened every now and then. Grayson saw usually saw it as a blessed relief from the beach bunnies looking to become the wife of SEAL.

The five women that had come in together weren’t the only women in the club, therefore they drew the interest of most the regulars like moths to a flame. One thing that set them apart from the females that usually came here was that they didn’t have that desperate air about them. They weren’t here looking for a relationship, or to brag about bagging a Special Forces guy. They weren’t groupies, or even all that impressed by the men surrounding them, which only made the men try harder to impress them.

No these women were here just to kill time and have a little fun and maybe make a few conquests of their own. The fact that each one of them happened to be active duty military themselves was probably only noticed by a few of the older men like himself. Grayson had to smile at the young guns trying so hard. These women had made up their minds before they even got there. They were here on a lark. They would play around a little, and then go about their way. A SEAL pin wasn’t about to overly impress any of them in the least. It was all in good fun. All of them except for one.

Grayson really couldn’t explain why she intrigued him. There was something sad about her. Something beyond the slight frown of her disapproval that suggested more than the fact she didn’t want to be here. There was more to her unhappiness. There was something that seemed to call to him to make it all better, though he had no idea why. He had never been attracted to a black woman before. Not so much because he was prejudiced or anything, the issue had just never come up. He was a southern boy, born and raised in South Carolina by parents that just didn’t believe in race mixing. He never really thought about it before. But this woman…

This wasn’t just about physical attraction. His dick might be half hard just looking at her, and getting harder by the second, but he wanted more than to just sleep with her. He sat at his solitary corner table trying to imagine everything about her. What kind of music did she like? Did she dance around her house in her underwear? Did she have a place of her own? Did she have a roommate? Did she live on her ship? There was no doubt assigned to a ship; she was every bit the sailor. There was that confidant way she held herself; like she would rip you apart if so much as look at her the wrong way. All the women at the back table had that. Grayson was just convinced she would be the only one who would actually do it.

Yet there was this something, this vulnerability that hurt to look at. Given his-quirks-when it came to women, it surprised him. He did not want her the way he usually wanted a woman, bound, silent and acquiescent. He couldn’t stand to have the women he picked in bars like this one touch him. He didn’t like the greedy excitement in their eyes, or the conniving for more than one night. But this woman, she was different in a way he couldn’t hope to define, even to himself.

He watched as she scooted her chair back a little further, watching her friends intently. Yeah, she was about to make a break for it. He just had to make sure he captured her before she scurried away. He really couldn’t say why it was important to him; he just knew that he didn’t want her to walk out of here without him. The prospect of never seeing her again was unacceptable.

Making slow, easy movements so as not to attract her eye, Grayson made his way to the bar. If the woman who had been drinking the club soda but was now taking sly sips of her new companions rum and coke was the designated driver, she would probably make a move to call a cab. That meant she would come to the bar and ask if there was a pay phone around. He would make his move there.

Leaning against the battered and nicked pressed wood bar he waited for his prey to come to him. This place really was a dive. The walls were plastered with various SEAL memorabilia; weapons, flags, campaign badges. Most of the wall art was dusty or slightly faded. The wood floor was warped a little, hadn’t been waxed in years. Still, despite the grubby surface, this place was home away from home for many men from NAB Coronado. Grayson found for the first time in the ten years he had been a SEAL, the club didn’t seem to welcome him like it usually did. Instead of that warm cozy feeling he usually got, he couldn’t wait to get out of here. With her.

His eyes wondered back to the chair steadily making its way backward. Sure enough, less than five minutes later she was making her way to the bar.

“Sly, a beer for the lady. Whatever kind she was drinking,” Grayson ordered as soon as she stood.

“What lady?”

Sly had worked as the bartender here longer than Grayson had been around. At sixty-five, he was a spry as a man half his age. A former SEAL, he didn’t take to retirement, so he came to work at the place where he had spent so much of his time when he was active duty. He also happened to be the owner’s best friend. He was a surly old bastard, but everyone loved him. He ran a tight ship.

“She’s making her way here now,” Grayson informed him.

Sly looked in the direction of Grayson’s gaze, giving the younger man a dismissive Hurmpf.

“Don’t look like she’s comin’ up here to see you.”

“Just get the beer, old man. It’s my money.”

Sly turned to the cooler to do his bidding, muttering something about wasting good beer while Grayson turned his eyes back to the woman in question. He had seen her figure when she came in, but she had sat down so quickly, he hadn’t really had a chance to appreciate all her curves. Now there was a woman. No skinny stick figure, she had the shape of a fifties sex kitten. Her hips curved out in a way that had his mouth salivating thinking of all the ways he could hang on to them. Her breasts were high and full, her nipples slightly erect from the chill. No bra, which meant they were perky little things. Well, not so little. A more than a hand full, which was just right. Judging from the two inch heels, she was just slightly below average height. Probably about five-four. Her legs might not be long, but they were shaped like runner’s legs, all carved muscle. They could wrap around his waist and hang on for a rough ride.

All he had to do was convince her to give him the time of day which, judging by that scowl,

was probably the last thing on her mind.