F*cking Awkward (27 page)

Deep breaths.

Dammit, I have to get back to the hot tub.
Now!

I close my eyes and hope that Kirsten’s still waiting for me. And ready.

She’s there, and she looks even hotter than before. Now, she’s completely soaking wet, her face emerging from the water right between my knees. Water dripping from her lush lips, her eyes seductive, her smile cunning. She’s up to something, and I can’t wait to find out what it is.

She kisses me softly, biting my lower lip and dragging it into her mouth. She leans back and gestures for me to move up and out of the water. Her hands remain on my knees as I scoot my ass to sit on the ledge.

Oh yes, this is exactly what I want.

She kisses my chest and my stomach, nipping and biting her way down. Lower. Lower.

Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me one last time before they roll back into her head, and she wraps her lips around my throbbing length. Her warm, wet lips slide slowly, up and down, and she opens her eyes again to make sure I’m watching her.

Then her soft hand slides up and down, directing my shaft into her mouth.

And I. Can’t. Take. It. Anymore.

I snap out of my fantasy, grab the small plastic cup, and direct my release into it.

Holy shit.

I twist the cap onto the cup tightly, making sure nothing spills out. I can’t risk losing any of this. I clean up faster than I ever have before and wash my hands again. I make sure I follow the rest of the instructions on the wall exactly. Ms. White must be hovering by now, and I need to get out of here.

As I walk to the door, I hold the cup in front of my face. My deposit is right before my eyes, and my mind wanders.

Is there a baby in this cup?

Is there a swimmer in here that’s going to be used to create what Kirsten and I want so desperately?

A strange feeling comes over me as I walk toward the door. I’m transporting what could be our future, and I need to be very careful. I open the door slowly and Ms. White is standing there, with her gloved hand outstretched.

“Did you label it?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Name, date, and time?”

“Yes.”

She nods and takes the cup from my hand, and I watch her walk away, tucking my boys into the pocket of her cardigan. I almost call out after her to tell her to be careful, but I stop. She does this every single day, she knows what she’s doing. My boys are going to be okay. They’ll make it upstairs just in time.

She disappears into the lab, and I’m alone in the hallway.

I inhale deeply as I begin the walk of shame.

When I reach the outer room, there are four guys waiting. They all look up at me, nervous. So I stick out my chest and walk through, proud like my buddy
Geddy
.

Yeah, that’s right.
I silently say to them as I nod my head up and down.

I got it done.

Twice.

T
rudy Stiles is
a New Adult Romance author, mom to two beautiful children, and married to the love of her life. She’s the author of the bestselling
Forever Family
series including
Dear Emily,
 
Dear Tabitha
, and
Dear Juliet
.
Epic Sins
 is the first book in the
Epic Fail
series and will continue with at least three more standalone novels.
Epic Lies
 is scheduled to release in the Spring of 2016 with
Epic Love
 and
Epic Holiday
 to follow in the Fall and Winter of 2016. She plans to write many more stories about some of the characters you’ve already met, and maybe a few new ones. Emily will get her own story,
Sincerely, Emily
, to be released in 2017.

T
rudy is
a music junkie and you’ll know that she’s writing when you see her plugged into her laptop with her earbuds in. Her playlist is unique and is a must for her writing sprints.

When she’s not writing, she’s carting her children to their various activities while avoiding any kind of laundry or housework. She also loves to run along the boardwalk of the beautiful New Jersey shore.

She celebrates Wine Wednesday almost every day.

You can read more about Trudy at
http://trudystiles.com
.

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lick
here
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T
he idea
of this anthology came to life one night when I was avoiding my current WIP and the sex scene that I was trying to write. I did what a lot of procrastinating authors do…I went to the time-suck known as Facebook for a little encouragement/distraction from my friends.

I might have mentioned how it would be easier to just write a really awkward sex scene rather than a serious one. I never expected so many of my author friends to agree, but by the end of the conversation and a few glasses of wine, we had decided to do an Awkward anthology for charity. I hope you enjoyed it

This was hands down, one of the best experiences I’ve had in a long time. I am so blessed to be a part of an amazingly talented group of women who listen, encourage, laugh, cry, congratulate and empower each other on a daily basis. Only around half of the women from this incredible group were a part of this anthology, due to other obligations, but the latter never stopped cheering us on along the way. It is truly a very special thing to have so many women in your life who lift you up.

So, I want to say thank you to my FTN girls, both the ones who contributed to this project and those who couldn’t. In the words of Kelly Clarkson, “My Life Would Suck Without You!”

A very special thank you to Sofie Hartley (She also writes under SK Hartley) for donating the incredible cover and teaser graphics for this book. She may or may not have enjoyed it way too much! Her talent has no boundaries. Make sure you check her out.

And to each of the readers who purchased this
Very…Awkward…Anthology
, I know I speak for each of the authors in this book when I say you seriously rock! Not only have you sat through some truly cringe-worthy stories, but you gave a little back too. We love you very much!

Stay Awkward!

XO Taryn Plendl