No one can breathe. Only the moon is touching them now. Someone's dog barks. Then nothing. Maybe some quick animal cutting through the night behind someone's house. Everything is dark but the skin of the pond and their skin, their shapes highlighted in pale gold, as if the moon were sculpting them into being, as if they were brand new creatures born with invented memories of each other. "What if all our memories were fals...

Her ass was facing the window. It was heart-shaped with an exaggerated thickness. Her legs had the same, pneumatic shapeliness as they hunkered wide in her kneeling position on top of the bed. Ford was studying her reflection in the large, hotel window. Distant city lights flickered through the dark crease where her rimhole and slit would be if he turned around to face her. Then there was his own, naked reflection off to...

Echo studied her hair in the rearview mirror of Hawke’s truck. He hadn’t done too badly cutting it, and it hadn’t taken her long to add a few finishing touches with the scissors. The change was simple, yet drastic enough she barely recognized herself. A sense of exhilaration played at the edges of her nerves. In a long sleeved blouse and oversized shades, Trey could pass her on the sidewalk and not have a clue who she was...

“Echo,” he said. “It’s time to get started.” She had to blink a few times to get focused. Hawke was sitting on the bunk opposite hers in the trailer. He was leaning onto his elbows down on his knees, watching her face even though the cropped T she went to sleep in had ridden up over her left, candy tipped breast. She wasn’t even aware of it until he reached over and gingerly pulled the edge of the T shirt down to cover he...

The machine streaked across the desert, screaming through bleak vistas of scorched earth where nothing lives without a little outside help. Joshua trees and desultory vultures. Fossils buried under the salt floor of ancient seas. She was hammering the gas, white knuckling the wheel until the screaming of the engine drowned out the screaming in her mind. She was riding inside a shot bullet, all done and hurtling toward any...

Mouse had taken to dancing in her panties and socks. Her shoulder-length hair - fine, yet a nondescript, easily forgettable shade of brown - whipped around her head and got caught in her glasses. But she kept going, arms and legs flailing wildly yet not without a sense of design. It was as if she were moving to some bright vision of grace in her mind that her body couldn't keep up with. Lamb was watching her from his stud...

In a suit, Paxton had a way of seeming like he was standing, even when he was sitting down. Maybe it was the way he had of appearing to own the space around him wherever he happened to be. It seemed as if he’d already been there some time when Sakura entered the restaurant. He was comfortably situated at a corner table with his back to the wall. It was too late for lunch and too early for dinner, and the large, open dinin...

Nikki slouched low in the chair. The impudent shape of her pussy shoved conspicuously against the seam of her jeans. They were skintight, with frayed cutouts all over, exposing almost as much of her almond complexion as they covered. Her body had a way of looking relaxed, yet like it was bursting out of itself at the same time. Her skin looked so smooth Stone could almost feel the texture under his fingers. He kept his ha...

Rafe stood up. He looked down at her, smiling. But she was looking down on him. Looking down over everything. At herself sprawled as she was. The hard spine of his aroused cock stood out sharply in the fabric of his skintight jeans. The imposing size of the bulge seemed improbable, trapped, yet unable to fit within its strict confinement. “Precious flower,” he said as his hand slid over the rippling shape of his hard desi...

“Show me.” She looked at her knees without talking. Her earlier confidence was gone. Sitting on his kitchen chair, she could’ve been a whole other girl. “Cannot.” Her accent was less pronounced in short replies. She’d been studying English half her twenty years, but it was only her first week in an English speaking world. “You can. It’s simple.” “Not simple.” Despite the control in his tone, his cock was prickling with he...

The way she was breathing kept her tits heaving under their own excessive weight. Her eyes were hooded to slits. She might have looked furious if she’d had clothes on. He wanted to scoop her opulent mounds into his hands and squeeze until she whined he was squeezing too hard, but his hands were planted on her wrists against the mattress and his arms were fencepost straight, holding him upright. His cock was rock solid and...

“I gotta get out of here before it gets cold,” she said, almost to herself. He shot a look at her profile without breaking stride. He hated when she spoke like that, but he kept his mouth shut. They were surrounded by abandoned factories where the old service road was scarred by frost heaves and cracks with spindly weeds pushing through them. Lilah was three years older, but they were both too young to remember when the i...

All twelve stood at the bank trying to gauge the drop over the ledge to the river in quarter moonlight. Lashed together wrist-by-wrist, they’d only drag each other down and no one would make it out alive. But the dogs were getting closer, and so was the time to either jump or wait and be taken back to the compound. Jagger, the one who’d convinced the others to run when the rare opportunity presented itself, knew they were...