Sunday Snippet: Variations on Violence

Final Sunday of August. I'm kind of looking forward to the fall season even if it's going to very different. With a global pandemic and an election coming up, I don't think it'll be the lovely season I always look forward to. That said, cooler temperatures will be welcome. Even though it hasn't been overly hot this summer, I really love the crisp air of fall.

Had a decent week of office reorganization and not a bad one for television viewing, considering I had no power for twenty-one hours thanks to a thunderstorm with wicked nasty lightning. A tree not far from our house got struck and it took out a couple of pole transformers. We were really lucky that we caught a break from the heat of the day before.

Not a bad week for television viewing but not great either. I caught an episode of Peak Practice and enjoyed it. I'm halfway through the second season.

Watched the third episode of Ms. Fisher's Modern Murder Mysteries and it's definitely my favorite of the four episodes. I love the sci-fi feel and the background with Bertie.

Caught the Classic Who run of Genesis of the Daleks arc. I've seen this group of episodes before and enjoyed them. It's especially fun because New Who brought in big tie-in to these episodes.

Also watched another episode of Danger Man. I'm on the last two available on Amazon, which makes me sad.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Variations on Violence, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Nichol Gothe and Brewster Walters, two detectives in the major crimes unit, go undercover to bust up rebel alliance in the under city. But when Nichol has to use her meta-human ability, Brewster can't decide whether to trust she's working for justice or turn her in to the task force commander. Nichol sends him reeling when she reveals how deeply the secret society of freaks and geeks has infiltrated the regular human world.

And a preview snippet…

Nichol followed Brewster docilely until they exited the bar, turned to head down the alley, and started toward a row of squat houses. "What the hell, Brewster?" She kept her voice pitched low because Cardinal had eyes and ears everywhere lately.

Brewster nudged her up into the first dilapidated cottage-sized abode. "You're asking me what the hell?" He backed her into a corner, invading her personal space.

And, okay, a very smart move because they could get company at any time. But the delay would have Cardinal on high alert. They couldn't waste a lot of time here.

Nichol kept her voice down. "I already explained about setting the bar. Cardinal can't think he has any kind of rights to me, which means there can't be any strife between us." She blew out a harsh breath. "We have to sell this. Can you make it look real?" Even if she'd been the one to throw him off their plan.

Brewster snorted. "Are you kidding me? You got a feel of my dick, right? Selling it's not gonna be a problem." To prove his point, he flexed his hips, pressing the hard ridge of his cock against the apex of her thighs. "Making it not be real is gonna be the challenge." He didn't back up, keeping his thighs against her.

Her brain sizzled. God. Damn. Her body responded, heat zinging straight to her core, awareness pooling and making her panties damp with lustful desire. She wanted him so badly she could almost taste it. Could she risk a brief sample right now?

Throwing caution to the wind, Nichol quickly unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper, much to his surprise—if the breath he sucked in and the step he took back meant anything. When her palm curled around his velvety shaft, she shuddered. The man had length and girth, a dangerous combination for someone like Nichol, who preferred both. Oh, geez. We can't, can we?

Brewster hissed, his stomach twitching. "Nichol … what are you—" He broke off when she dragged his shaft out of his pants.

Fuck it. We absolutely can. She hauled him forward, fisting her free hand in his shirt. Grabbing hold of his shoulder, she braced her back against the wall and scrunched up higher, wrapping a leg around his waist.

She met his gaze. "Then let's make it real, Brewster." She reached down, pulling her panties aside. "Right now."

Shock entered his gaze, but a hungry need lurked right behind it. "I'm not sure you're ready. I could hurt—"

She rocked her hips, dipping down to brush her labia over the head of his cock, letting the tip enter her pussy. "Feel that, Brewster? I'm beyond ready." So far beyond, she needed it … him … now. "Fuck me." Footsteps echoed on the porch. "Right now."

He gave a nod and groaned, driving into her with a smooth, hard thrust.

She let out a hum of satisfaction. "Ahhh … yes." He filled her, stretching her out the way she loved.

He slapped one hand on the wall behind them and roughly palmed her breast with the other.

His breath fanned against her ear. "We've got company." He didn't stop moving, his thighs flexing, his mouth ghosting over her skin.

If anything, she got more turned on. Having an audience didn't bother her and she didn't have to perform or fake a gasping response. With every pump of his hips, Brewster eased her closer to a climax. His grunts of exertion had goose bumps rising on her skin and her breaths coming out in panting rasps.

Nichol risked a glanced through her slitted eyelids. A shadow lurked outside the window. No doubt the unwanted intruder had a terrific view of Brewster's ass and her leg wrapped around his waist. Let them watch a master class in fucking.

Because, oh, god, quickies rarely did more than take the edge off the tension for her, but this … would be a full-blown release. Probably a toe-curling one.

Nichol opened her eyes and met his gaze. "I'm gonna come." Her mouth caught his just when she broke, a wave of bliss coursing through her bloodstream.

Brewster growled low in his throat and followed behind, pressing his groin into her and grinding over her sensitive clit.

An aftershock made her shudder and if he hadn't lowered his hand to cup her ass, she would've slid down the wall in a boneless heap.

Catching her breath, she whispered. "Audience of one outside." Getting her feet under her, she palmed the wall to stay upright when Brewster let go.

If she didn't know the real Brewster, the cold, twisting smile crossing his face would've given her pause.

Gotta say, I love this world. I'm always sad because I can't give it the attention I want to on a regular basis. Hopefully that day will come soon.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye