Finger Bang
Jade C. Jamison
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Blurb
Orgasmic Meditation? Therapeutic?!
Kaylee Baker is horrified when her girlfriends suggest a trip to
artsy Boulder, Colorado, to check out the latest craze. What her
friends don’t know about Kaylee is that she is a little repressed,
bordering on frigid, and the idea of a complete stranger bringing her
to orgasm—therapeutic or not—is horrifying.
Blaze Donahue has admired Kaylee from
afar for quite some time, and part of the reason he’s kept his
distance is because he’s had no indication that she might even be
interested. But when he’s given the opportunity to offer her his
own version of OM with no strings attached, he makes an offer she has
a hard time refusing.
When there are undeniable sparks
between the two, Kaylee runs, afraid of the overwhelming feelings she
has for this gorgeous, sensitive guy. Blaze feels compelled to
convince her otherwise but wonders if he’ll be able to crack
through the ice surrounding this sweet girl. Can they find true love
or will it just be a one-time O?
Excerpt
Blaze said, “Ladies, I don’t think
this gang bang thing is for everyone. Can you blame the poor girl?”
Oh. Girl? He thought of her as
a girl? Well, there went those fantasies out the window.
Still, Kaylee took a deep breath and gathered up as much dignity as
she could and said, “Definitely not for me.” She found her
tongue. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to get naked in front of
a stranger, and I definitely don’t want to have one touching
me…especially that way.”
Rachel leaned over the table and tipped
her glass at Kaylee as though it were a pointer. “I’ll loosen
you up before you graduate if it’s the last thing I do.” She sat
back up and what little sobriety she had seemed to possess just
seconds ago had disappeared. “In the meantime, Maddy, Shannon?
Come with me to the bar to fetch more drinks and we can iron out the
details without making our prudish friend blush.”
Well, too late. As the three women
slid out of the booth, Kaylee felt just that—a mad red flush racing
up her face, stinging her cheeks. She hoped it wasn’t evident in
the bar or maybe she could blame it on drinking, but Rachel had, with
her few words, made Kaylee not only feel prude but embarrassed. And
in front of all people…
Once the women were up, though, Blaze
showed no inkling of having registered his sister’s last words.
Kaylee began to feel awkward then. What the hell would she say to
this super hot guy and after a conversation like that? She had
decided to ask him how classes were going when he said, “I can’t
blame you really. I don’t think I could do that either.” He
grinned. “Even though I find the idea exciting.” Kaylee felt
her cheeks redden again, but she smiled before looking down at her
glass once more. “Not gonna pay for it, though. Fuck that.”
Kaylee picked up her glass and sipped
what little was left in it, simply to have something to do. She
didn’t know what to say so she nodded her head and smiled. She’d
always found Blaze’s looks and charm intimidating, so she was
feeling more than a little tongue-tied. She didn’t want him to
think she was a snooty bitch, though, so she said, “I agree.”
He rested his chin on his arms on the
chair and said, “What’s the part that has you freaking out more?
The fact that it would be a stranger or that you’d be paying for
it?”
His question helped her relax a little.
It felt like he was taking a practical approach and wanted to
discuss the matter as two adults. They weren’t actually talking
about orgasms or…fingers and clits, for God’s sake. So she took
a deep breath and gave the matter a little thought. It didn’t take
long for her to say, “I think it’s that it’s a stranger.”
She didn’t know why she felt compelled to continue—especially
with Blaze—but she did. “Seriously. It’s hard enough to relax
and then you have someone you’ve never met before trying to make
you feel good. I can’t imagine.” She smiled and rolled her
eyes, hoping she appeared relaxed now, because she was far from it.
Blaze didn’t intend to help the
matter at all. “What if it was you and me?”
Had she heard him right? And why the
hell was her heart thudding in her chest? She had a hard time
sucking in a breath, but when she was able to, she asked, “What do
you mean?” Her voice was so low, she was surprised he could hear
it.
“If I was the therapist.”
He sat up and used the index and middle fingers of both his hands to
air quote his last word. “You know…Maddy, Shannon, and my sister
go to Boulder to have some stranger finger bang them, but what if
someone you knew took care of you here?”
Her jaw didn’t drop to the table but
she had lost all words. She just wished she could figure out
if Blaze was yanking her chain or
giving her the offer of a lifetime.
Author
Jade C. Jamison was born and raised in
Colorado, moved from one city/town to the next, and she’s decided
she likes it so much she wants to stay…although travel is not out
of the question. She lives in a big town in Colorado (not unlike
Winchester!) with her husband and four children. She is working on
becoming a crazy cat lady. Okay, so maybe not.
Still want more? Jade has a bachelor’s
degree in English Literature and Theater, a master’s degree in
English, and a master of fine arts in Creative Writing. Obviously,
she loves school and the student loan folks love her. She works in
human services by day, teaches English and creative writing at night,
and—in between playing soccer mom and community leader—writes
like a fiend. Someday soon, she’ll narrow it down to just writing,
but let’s get all those kids off to college first.
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