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Wicks Reviews For THE MEAD STEED by Rusty Wicks 5 Angels, Reviewed by Marlene, Fallen Angel Reviews “The Mead Steed by Rusty Wicks is a witty contemporary erotic romance. The sex is hot and the characters are all likeable. This is one of those feel-good stories that makes you remember that everyone isn’t perfect. Overcoming differences, building relationships and finding happiness are the themes in The Mead Steed. Rusty Wicks has shown us that everyone deserves to love and be loved, even if that means working hard to find it. I was charmed and entertained by The Mead Steed.” 4 Enchantments... Sample Chapter For THE MEAD STEED by Rusty Wicks Rose dropped her jeans on the white t-shirt, slid her lacy blue panties down to her ankles, then kicked them on to the top of the pile of sweaty, greasy-smelling laundry. After sticking her hand under the shower spray, she stepped into the tub. Heaving a sigh of relief as the warm water washed over her, she reached for the loofah and squirted a generous dollop of body wash onto the sponge. “Damn, that place reeks. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat another french fry for the rest of my life—not even if I live to be a hundred,” she muttered as she began to scrub her body clean of the foul stink of hamburgers, fried food and stale coffee. After working the lunch crowd at the diner, the only thing she yearned for was a long, hot shower. Which was good—since it was the only thing waiting for her when she retuned to the house she shared with her husband. As usual, Jake wasn’t anywhere to be found. He had probably stopped off to have a beer—or two or ten—with the guys. But that…well, that wasn’t unusual. Jake had a habit of visiting the town’s watering hole after his shift was finished. He and the rest of the road crew practically had monogrammed bar stools, they were in the tavern so often. As she washed her long, curly brown hair, she felt the strands begin to lose their coating of cheap vegetable oil. The oil clung to everything in the diner’s kitchen, and as she rinsed the first round of shampoo out she wondered, not for the first time, if there wasn’t somewhere she could work that didn’t involve such a rancid odor. It wasn’t until her hair and body had been scrubbed twice that she felt human again. “I hate that place.” Rose’s voice echoed off the wet tile walls, a silky sound that made the empty apartment feel less lonely. She snorted. “The Diner. God, could it be any more ridiculous than that? How could anyone be so unimaginative? Naming a diner The Diner—jeez, it’s like calling a church The Church or saying The Store, The Gas Station…” Beneath the warm droplets Rose’s hands traced a familiar pattern on her lean body. The routine never varied and she didn’t even realize what she was doing until her nipples hardened beneath her fingertips. A glance downward confirmed her feelings. Her body had reacted instantly to her touch. It demanded a kind touch, even if it was her own. As long as someone was prepared to attend to its needs, it was ready to comply. With the tips of her thumbs Rose massaged scented soap bubbles across her taut nipples. Enjoying the tingling heaviness, she palmed her breasts, holding them as if she was weighing fruit at the market. A smile played around the edges of her mouth. She knew she’d never be doing this at the Shop ’N Save. Sliding her left hand down her flat stomach toward the spot between her long legs that begged to be touched, she thought longingly of the handsomest man she knew. Closing her eyes, she thought of his hard body and envisioned how he would feel pressed up against her, fitting himself into her, riding her until she exploded with the waves of pleasure that she imagined only he could give her. Rose spread her legs, arched her hips forward and ran her fingers through the curly tangle of hair that covered her sex. She ventured into her slit with one finger only, tantalizing herself with the first tender touches for a long moment. When she felt the first tremulous tingles of pleasure she groaned. “No…not yet. It’s too soon.” With one hand Rose adjusted the spray so it fell in soothing bursts on her hips and, most importantly, on her pussy. She reached for the bottle of body wash, tipped it and deposited a fat, creamy drop on her palm. Working the drop into a frothy lather, she wondered how it would feel to have his slippery hands on her body. The water washed over her clitoris in smooth, soft waves and she imagined it was his lips, his tongue, that lapped at her so gently. Another groan, a low, throaty sound that was more animal than human, left her body. It was time. She loved—and hated—this moment. But it was, sadly, the best part of her day. It was the only instant when she was truly loved, and she knew that. It didn’t matter that the water was running cooler now. She wouldn’t need it much longer anyway. With practiced ease Rose parted her outer lips, exposing her clit directly to the water’s touch. It jumped and she rubbed it roughly now. The water hitting her felt like a current that pulled her deeper with each drop. Her finger, the one with the plain gold band on it, found its way home. Strong inner muscles tensed before they allowed entry to the welcome intruder and she buried it deeply within herself. Rose imagined it was his cock in her, throbbing and heavy. Her fingers worked furiously in the dance steps that took her places no one else had ever taken her. The spot where bright light flashed in her head and her body turned to fire. The one point she had yet to share with another—except in her dreams. The intensity of her climax made her legs rubbery and she backed her shaking body up against the tiled wall for support. Her finger was still buried in her slick center but her legs were no longer spread. Instead they were clamped firmly shut, as if to contain the last few pounding waves of pleasure. Rose let her fingers find their own way. She fingered her clit, smiling as it responded instantly. Slowly she started to pull the finger from her vagina. The tight tug at the entrance told her she was welcome to stay for a bit longer, stay inside the warm, wet deepness, stay where it was so often empty and lonely. Rose pushed her finger back up a fraction and considered a second round of gratification. After all, what’s the harm? It’s not as if anyone else wants to make love to me. God knows my own husband can’t be bothered giving me any satisfaction—in or out of bed. So really, why not? But the cooling water stopped her. That, and the realization that she came home from her tedious job every day and masturbated in the shower while thinking erotic thoughts about the only man who could make her wet. The fact that she fantasized about her boss, coupled with the knowledge that she and Jake hadn’t had sex—at least not with each other—in over a year made her turn off the faucet with a firm snap. A snort of disgust replaced her delicious groans as Rose stepped from the shower. * * * * Jake lived up to her expectations of him. When he finally rolled into the tidy ranch house, Rose was already tucked between the sheets with the lights out. She pretended to be asleep—not because he would want to have sex with her if he knew she was awake. Years of experience taught her that wasn’t on his beer-fogged mind. No, Rose simply couldn’t stand the thought of watching him stumble around drunk before he tumbled into bed. So she settled for listening to his shuffling bedtime routine. It was something she knew well. It happened every night. Her husband’s drinking problem became apparent shortly after they returned home from their honeymoon trip. It was as if Jake had changed into another person after they were married, as if he felt secure enough to show the unattractive side of himself to her once she had a ring on her finger. Now Rose felt trapped by the ring. By their marriage. By Jake’s very serious problem. It made her feel selfish but she wished she had known earlier about Jake’s obsession with the bottle before they had gotten married. Before she found herself in a dead-end job, living a lonely life, feeling unloved and unwanted. She wished she had known—she would have never married him if she had seen even a hint of what the future held for her. But it was too late. Rose hadn’t known. During her afternoon break the next day, Rose talked with her best friend Tabi about the situation. It was a familiar conversation, but Tabi was a willing ear and Rose felt some relief at the other woman’s words. Validation has its benefits. “Again? He came home drunk again?” Tabi flicked a lock of her short blond hair out of her eye and reached for her diet Coke. “You should kick his sorry ass out of the house. How long can you put up with this crap anyway?” “Not much longer,” admitted Rose. It was the truth. She couldn’t go on feeling unloved, not for the rest of her life. Better to be alone than in a marriage that made her so miserable. Tabi said the words she had said many times. And meant them, too. “Stay at my place. Leave him to his bottle and stay with me while you get yourself together. You’re welcome to stay—for as long as you need to stay. You know that we’d love to have you with us.” Rose did know she would be welcomed into Tabi’s house, surrounded by Tabi’s three kids and homely-but-considerate husband, Jeff. She knew the spare room in the already crowded little household was hers for the taking. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to accept the offer. “No, thanks. I’ve got to do this on my own.” “How’s it going, ladies?” Bradley, the owner of the diner, asked as he walked from his office to the men’s room. They watched him push open the heavy door with one broad shoulder while he unselfconsciously reached for his fly. “God, he’s one hunk of man, isn’t he?” Tabi shook her head. “If I wasn’t a married woman, I think I’d go on in there and help him out, you know?” She grinned as Rose gasped. That had taken her mind off her troubles! “Tabi! You’re too much. How can you say that? You’re a married woman, remember?” “Yeah, I remember all right.” Tabi shifted on the vinyl seat. “After last night, it’s impossible to forget I’m married. That Jeff…sometimes he’s as frisky as he was on our honeymoon. And believe me, I’m grateful for that. But don’t tell me I can’t think, can’t imagine what another man’s like…hell, honey, you’ve seen Bradley. Don’t tell me you’ve never considered what it’d be like with him?” Rose knew she had more than considered what it would be like to be with Bradley. The thought of him holding himself, just a room away, was enough to make her moist. Yes, she had lusted after him for some time now, but she wasn’t about to admit that fact to anyone. Not even Tabi. The knowledge that she had been masturbating with Bradley as her fantasy partner was enough to push Rose closer to the decision she had been putting off making for a long time. Far too long. In that instant, as the toilet flushed and Tabi grinned wickedly, she made up her mind. Once the resolution was made, Rose felt a calmness seep into her like none she’d felt since before her marriage. And that was enough to solidify her determination. |