Thursday, October 23, 2008

The Unwrapped Gift

The Unwrapped Gift
by L.A. Day
Copyright 2008

Janna threw up her hand as bright light blinded her. Squinting she glanced away for a second. From the corner of her eye, she saw the silhouette and swerved toward the ditch. Slamming on her brakes, she skidded as she craned her neck looking for the naked man that had appeared out of nowhere.

Throwing open her car door, she hoped out. Gravel crunched beneath her feet as she ran to the other side of her car. Her gaze scoured the road, ditch and underside of her car. “Damn. I really must need a good fuck if I’m picturing naked men in the middle of nowhere.” She chuckled as she shook her head. “And now I’m talking to myself.”

She slid behind the wheel and threw the car in gear. On this deserted stretch of road, there wasn’t any reason to look before she pulled out unless she thought another stud was about to appear. Turning up the radio, she began to whistle. Movement in the rearview mirror caught her eye and her whistle turned to a gasp.

Her foot eased off the gas as she stared in disbelief. “How the hell did you—” Looking over her shoulder, her gaze devoured the naked man and the car swerved toward the ditch again.

Moving faster than she thought possible, he lunged over the seat righting the car. His bare chest leaned over her shoulder. His arms engulfed her and the tantalizing scent of warm male teased her senses. Up close, his skin was golden, unblemished perfection. She licked her lips.

“You may wish to apply the brake.”

“Hmm.” She met his azure gaze.

“The brake?” She raised a brow. “Oh.” She hit the pedal hard. An unintelligible sound slipped from between his lips as he slid forward. “Oops.”

For a large man, he maneuvered with ease as he hoped over the passenger seat. She blinked and tried not to stare at the hugely impressive cock that rose from between his muscled thighs.

“Do you wish for me to drive or are you capable of handling this vehicle?”

She furrowed her brow. “Who are you? How did you get in my car and where are your clothes?”
“I am Tesar. I was sent to you and I do not have Earthling clothing.”

Oh great! A fucking lunatic. Her gaze lowered and she wondered if it would be wrong to fuck his brains out before she called the police.

A smug grin curled the corner of his lips. “We may fuck now but why do you wish to call the police?”

“What did you say?”

“You wish to fuck me then call police.”

“How—” Her eyes narrowed on him. Could he read her mind?

“Yes,” he replied. Wrapping his hand around her arm, he tugged her closer and she didn’t resist. “I know your thoughts, your needs and desires.”

“Oh god.”

“Not a God, just a servant. I am the pleasure master.”


His eyes glittered as he lowered his head. “That is the idea.”

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