The Good Life excerpt #2 (~750
words, sexual content):
He stood up and led her onto the
dance floor to join the bride and
groom. No one looked askance at
them, after all, they were the maid
of honor and best man; it was
tradition anyway. But when he
kept her in a close embrace even
into the next song, Demi c aught
her brother’s eye. He had that
protective look back on his
features. She pushed Kyle away
just slightly. He obliged, but only
just.
Kyle’s eyes were smoky and dark
like the underside of a storm cloud.
He began to sing along with the
song in a soft baritone, “Wise men
say… only fools rush in… but I…”
“Stop,” she hissed. Her voice
sounded insincere even to her own
ears. It didn’t help he was doing a
pretty good impression of Elvis,
and her favorite song, no less.
He grinned and the laugh lines at
the edge of his eyes highlighted a
scar next to his eyebrow she hadn’t
noticed previously.
“Where’d you get that scar?” she
asked.
“Dom and I and some college
buddies were white river rafting
about six years ago and my tube
tipped over. He actually saved my
life. It’s extra ironic because at the
time we still disliked each other,
and were only there together
because we had a mutual friend
invite us both. But after that, and a
bottle of Wild Turkey, we’ve been
tight.”
“I didn’t realize that,” she
whispered, wondering why she had
never thought to ask.
“A lot’s happened while you were
away,” he said. For once there was
no accusation or judgment in his
tone.
She looked over his shoulder
again. Kate was unsubtly dragging
Dom from the floor where he was
glowering at Kyle and Demi’s
dance. She urged him to sit down
at the table with her parents, back
facing towards them. Shortly
thereafter, Kyle began to guide
Demi towards the edge of the
room, making her wonder if twins
had some sort of ESP.
“Kyle…” she warned. “Someone
will notice.”
“Let them.”
“Kyle…”
“I want to be with you, Demetria.
Go on dates, have sex and
pointless arguments, figure out
why you like to eat rabbit food, be
the person you call first when
you’ve had a bad day, come over
and hold your hair when you’re
sick. How much clearer can I make
this?” he asked.
They were now at the edge of the
hall. He dropped his embrace and
tugged her by the hand. She didn’t
know why she followed. Maybe
the daze brought on by his goofy
list, maybe the way her heart raced
at the simple sweetness of it.
Maybe it was the sugar high.
Kyle tugged her into a side room
and shut the door. Just like their
first time, Demi was the one to
draw his mouth to hers. His hands
undid his belt and slacks then
pushed her dress up, and yanked
her hose down. He hitched her up
and backed into a chair, keeping
their mouths locked. He grabbed
her hips as he sat and she knelt to
straddle him in it.
“Ungh,” she moaned when he
entered her without any more
preparation than a few dozen
sensuous kisses. She was just dry
enough that it felt forceful, but wet