My First Weekend

By Barbara Powell

Somewhere deep inside, I need to submit. But I am afraid to lose control. I have before and it didn't end well. Can I give myself completely to Dom? Or will my own insecurities keep me from experiencing everything he has to offer? Come with me as I discover my deepest fears and my darkest desires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Barbara Powell
• Release date: May 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311364036

Barbara Powell

I grew up all over the place. My father followed mining and construction. Many of the places where we lived no longer exist, at least as physical structures. Sulphur and Trego are names on a map. Only a few boards and rusted cans mark where the towns once stood. The tapestry of relationships these towns once held are gone. All that remains are memories and stories. I live in Winnemucca Nevada in a house my grandfather built surrounded by trees and shrubs. Wild birds and critters are welcome, as well as a changing number of rescue dogs. I love visiting and listening to people, always have. A favorite occupation in small town Nevada! Now I'm using the most compelling of these stories in my novels. Not all of them are set in Nevada, but all of them are based on generations of stories told and retold. You can read some of these stories, in short form, at nevadadsdesertlegends.com

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My First Weekend

By Barbara Powell

Copyright 2013 Barbara Powell

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Chapter One

The pounding music was starting to irritate me. Why had I let Michelle talk me into coming here?

Loosen up, girl! This is supposed to be fun! Michelle shouted into my ear as she slid another drink in front of me.

Michelle, I’m not getting drunk, I repeated for what felt like the millionth time. She was trying to cheer me up after a nasty break-up, but I just wanted to forget about everything. Sam, our relationship, the things he did to me, the things he said to me. Celebrating the break-up reminded me all over again. Drinking just made me too weak to keep from thinking about what a failure I was, about how screwed up I was.

Oh, you’re such a downer tonight! It’s Friday. We should be having fun. Michelle was pouting like a child, scowling and stomping her foot. I laughed at her tantrum. A genuine smile slipped over my mouth as I watched her foolishness. She was upset that I wasn’t toasting the loss of the last two years of my life.

I gave in and raised my glass to having such a great friend. The liquor burned my throat as it went down, but I savored the sensation. It reminded me that my body continued to feel things despite my brain’s intense desire to shut down. As I slammed the glass back to the table, Michelle’s squeal of joy almost pierced my eardrum, even over the incredibly loud music. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, clapping her hands in delight before she grabbed her own glass and downed her drink.

See, I knew you could do it! she said as she looked around the crowded bar. Oooh, look at that guy…he’s hot. Maybe you could use him to help you forget about Sam. At the mention of his name, any elevation in my mood dropped into my toes.

I’m not here to hook up, Michelle. I told you that. I only came because you wouldn’t stop begging and whining.

I know, I know, I know. But you need to move on. You can’t dwell on that loser. He’s not worth it. I didn’t know how to explain to her that I wasn’t dwelling on him; I was dwelling on me. But she was right, I did need to move on. So I looked at the guy she was checking out. My jaw dropped as my eyes wandered over him. It wasn’t just that he was hot, even though he was panty-dropping sexy. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, sliding into hips made for grinding into a woman. I could see the muscles in his arms flex as he raised his beer to his lips. Oh, God, those lips. Full and pouty, those lips made my sex tremble as I imagined them kissing me intimately. My tongue darted out to sweep over my own lips as my eyes met his. He was staring straight into me, his knowing look saying that my thoughts were no secret.

I turned away from him, my face flushing scarlet red. I was sure that embarrassed steam must have been gushing from my ears. I was hot and bothered and shamefully aware of being caught staring. Hell, not just staring…ogling. But what a sight to ogle. There was a power emanating from that man that drew my eyes back to him. I turned just enough to sneak another peak from the corner of my eye. He was standing up straighter, his shoulders tight and square as he continued to watch me. My glance darted away again. Why was he watching me? I couldn’t keep from looking again. I needed to know if he was still watching. But when I looked, he was gone. Disappointment flooded my chest. I felt like someone had just stolen my favorite toy. It was ridiculous…I didn’t know him, didn’t have any reason to miss his handsome face. I closed my eyes, tipping my head back slightly as I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my racing heart and stop my crazy brain from obsessing over the heat I had seen in his face. I paused for another moment, shaking my head at my own foolishness. I needed to go home. The fact that I was so drawn to a complete stranger emphasized the fact that I had no business in public in my current state.

Michelle, I need to go—, the words froze in my throat as I opened my eyes to find said complete stranger directly in front of me. I squeaked in surprise and jerked backward away from his strong presence. His hand shot out and grasped my elbow to steady me as I swayed, off-balance from shock and embarrassment. A surge of electricity tingled from where his fingers touched my skin, pulsing up my arm to zing directly to my nipples as they tightened inside my bra. He was even hotter up close. His eyes were an intense shade of green that I had never seen before and they were boring right into mine, sending waves of possessiveness and lust directly to my sex. I swallowed thickly as I tried to figure out what to say to him.

Where do you need to go? His voice was deep and smooth. I felt it in my bones more than I heard it over the music. Go? Did I need to go somewhere? Shit. Yes, I needed to leave before I did something stupid.

I need to go home, I whispered as I dropped my gaze to the front of his shirt. I couldn’t think when looking into those eyes. I felt something crack inside me as I thought about leaving him. I had to go; I had to get out.

Not yet, little one. Stay with me for a while, he cajoled gently, his fingers flexing sensually on my arm. I continued to stare at his chest, watching as it rose and fell rhythmically with his breathing. Heat bloomed inside me, spreading like a fire into my limbs, moving all the way through my body until my toes tingled and my fingers trembled.

I can’t, I protested softly, without confidence.

I think you can. I think there are many things you can do for me if you try, he spoke gently into my ear, his lips moving my hair tantalizingly against my neck. My wide eyes few to his, shocked at his innuendo and his closeness. He was serious; there was no teasing light in his look, no grin to say he was joking or plying a pick-up line. My breath caught in my throat as I realized that I wanted to do things for him. Just relax. I won’t bite. His lips tipped up at the corners now, a tight, sexy smile spreading over that beautiful mouth. Drink with me. His other hand pressed a cool glass into mine and lifted it toward my mouth.

My eyes never left his as I tipped my head back and let the bitter liquor wash over my tongue and down into my belly. The heat of its effect mingled with the embers of arousal glowing inside me. A flush of desire filled my core, tingling and aching and making me wet. I watched as hunger flashed in his eyes before he retrieved his own drink from the table and took a long pull from the bottle. I followed the trail as his throat worked to swallow. Some hidden part of me wanted to be that beer, to be consumed by him, no longer a separate person but owned by him, devoured by him. I gasped, my thoughts terrifying me, panic filling my features as I tried to pull away from him.

Easy, little one, he said soothingly as he released my arm, raising his empty hand to show me he wasn’t a threat. But I knew better. I felt it in my chest. He was stronger than me. He would overpower me if I didn’t get away. I took a step back and bumped into someone. Michelle’s hoot of laughter identified her before she threw an arm around my shoulders.

Oooh, my, what have we here? she slurred into my ear much too loudly. Mr. Hottie found you! she shouted at me, plenty loud enough for him to hear. I blushed hotly again, embarrassed at her words and my own reactions to this man. Don’t just stand there staring at him! Get to know him better! She giggled as she pushed me forward, causing me to stumble against him. My hands landed on his hard chest, my breasts pressed against him, my painfully hard nipples chafing as they poked his lean body. His raised hand landed on my lower back, pulling me tightly against him to keep us both from falling over.

God, she was the opposite of helpful. Every nerve ending in my body was strung tightly, vibrating with desire tinged with fear. I didn’t know whether to lean into him or run away screaming. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

He pulled back just enough to look down at me, his eyes filled with heat and need and something darker that I couldn’t identify. My eyes dropped away again, shifting down to watch my hands shaking where I touched him. I pushed against his chest, surprised when he moved away. At once, I was both relieved and disappointed. I was afraid he wouldn’t let me go, but at the same time I didn’t really want to leave him. He was magnetic, and I was scared of the pull I felt toward him. His hand still lightly touched my back, reminding me that the distance between us was at his discretion. My breathing was shallow and irregular, jerking in and out of my lungs as I tried to decide what to do. Fight or flight.

You don’t need to be scared of me, he said slowly. I could feel him watching me as I teetered between the desire to press myself against his warm length and the need to run home and hide in my apartment until I forgot him.

I… I couldn’t string together a thought or a sentence. So many things were swirling inside my brain. The alcohol wasn’t helping anything. I shook my head to try to clear it. His other hand raised to my cheek, the back of his fingers brushing softly against my skin.

Shhhh, he whispered, gentling me like he would a spooked horse. Just spend a little time with me. His words were almost a plea, and yet his tone was demanding, quietly forceful. I couldn’t resist. I let him lead me to a seat in the corner of the loud bar, his hand on my back compelling me where he wanted me to be. He sat on a wide upholstered chair, patting the cushion next to him while he waited for me to sit. I stared at the seat as if it would bite me, a snake coiled to strike as soon as I was foolish enough to get close. Sit, he pulled gently on my hand, urging me down onto the seat, my hip settling against his powerful thigh as I perched on the edge, literally and figuratively.

What’s your name? he began innocuously. I stared at the floor mutely, my brain obliterated by arousal and fear. I couldn’t let another man get close enough to hurt me. His fingers touched my chin, applying just enough pressure to lift my head until I looked at him. What do I call you? He sounded so gentle, so tender. Like he knew I was scared. Like he didn’t want to frighten me more.

T-T-Tammy, I stuttered lamely. A smile lit up his face, delineating his pleasure at my compliance. I couldn’t help myself; I smiled back.

Call me Dom, he said softly, his thumb lightly stroking the line of my jaw as he held my chin in place. Breathe, Tammy, he laughed lightly as I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I shuddered as I inhaled again.

He caught a passing server and ordered another pair