Going for the Hole

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Titles: Shame (Shame Me Not) and Make It To The Altar (Shame Me Not Novella)

Author: Fiona Cole

Genre: NA/Coming of Age/BDSM Romance

The girl next door. Pretty. Sweet. Kind. 

Submissive. 

Until I met her, I was alone with the dark desires that I didn't understand, that I couldn't reconcile. 

She became my best friend, and then she became so much more. 

Desire. Disgust. Shame. 

Dominance. 

I wouldn’t have survived until college without her. When we were together, I was at peace for the first time in my life. 

But it was too good to last. 

Our appetite for pain and pleasure destroyed us. And all the drinks in the world weren’t enough to get used to missing her. 

On the verge of earning my degree, Ana walks back into my life, those gray-blue eyes still able to see right through me. It’s the chance I’ve been waiting for. One last chance to overcome my shame. 

If only it were that easy. 

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It took Kevin and Ana ten years to find their happily ever after, and they can't wait to claim each other as husband and wife. 

But when one thing after the next goes wrong, they begin to wonder if they’ll ever get to say their ‘I do’s’. 

As Ana starts to crumble under the stress, Kevin knows that he needs a plan. Her submission calms her, his control centers them both, and speeding up their path to matrimony seems to be the best course of action. 

That is, if they can make it to the altar.

Shame Excerpt 

“Don’t scream. Don’t move,” Kevin growled into my ear.

“Fuck, Kevin,” I sputtered once his hand dropped from my mouth. “You scared the hell out of me.” 

“Good.” He ran his hand along the outside of my thigh and then under my skirt, reaching for my panties. He fisted the waistband and tugged them down. 

“What the hell are you doing?” My breath sawed in and out of my chest, feeling exposed with the black lace tangled around my knees. He didn’t answer, but I felt his hand unbuckling his pants and brushing against my bottom. “Kevin . . .” I said again, but he flipped my skirt up, and used his arm around my waist to yank me higher into contact with his hard cock before tearing open a condom wrapper. 

“Going to fuck you, Ana.” 

I was throbbing, aching. God, the way he’d snuck up on me and just begun tugging my clothes out of the way. The way he hadn’t asked, just moved me where he wanted me. The fact that we were in school, where anyone could catch us. All of it was setting my body on fire. 

“Be a good girl and don’t make a sound.” He shifted his hips and without warning, he pushed inside me in one shove. 

I groaned, unable to hold back every sound. I was wet, but Kevin was big and he hadn’t prepared me in any way, so it burned. And I loved it. He barely pulled back before he pushed in again. His thrusts were quick and deep. The frantic pace he set added to the intensity of being caught. 

“Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Come for me. We don’t have much time.” 

One hand splayed on his thigh, holding on, and the other moved between my legs to rub at my clit. The theater was so silent that our heavy breathing and quiet moans sounded like shouts. I felt like we were daring someone to come in and watch us. 

I thought I was going to draw blood from biting my lips when Kevin’s hand roughly pinched my nipple beneath my shirt causing me to hold back my scream. There was no relief, he held on to my tip and squeezed, the burn shooting straight down to my throbbing core. 

I wondered what we would look like to someone who stumbled upon us. Locked together, his body pressed to my hunched back as he rutted against me like an animal in heat. His fingers latched on to my breast and my hand moving furiously between my legs. 

Just the thought—creating the image in my head—set me off. “Ke-Kevin,” I cried out on a breath, desperate to stay quiet as I arched up onto my toes and let the waves of pleasure pour over me. He clamped his hand over my parted lips to hold in the cries of my orgasm and buried his head into my back, letting his moans vibrate through my chest. 

My whole body shook when I came down from my high. Our bodies both leaned forward as our chests heaved in sync from the effort it took to fuck so quickly. 

Kevin placed a soft kiss between my shoulder blades and slipped out of me, holding me up so I didn’t collapse in a heap on the floor. Turning around, I pulled my panties up my legs and watched him pull the condom off. My pussy squeezed. Such an intimate moment that turned me on just to see him tugging the thin piece of latex off his softening dick. Without thinking, I squatted down and sucked the tip of his cock between my lips, wanting to taste him. His hand fisted in my hair and thrust in deep with a moan before pulling out and lifting me for a kiss. 

It turned me on that he didn’t mind the taste of himself. Hell, everything Kevin did turned me on. Things I didn’t even think about or consider turned me on with him. Almost every day we discovered more and more and it felt safe and exciting to do it with him. My best friend. Kevin looked down at me and smiled as he buckled up his pants. 

“That was pretty risky. We could’ve gotten caught.” 

“And that is the thrill of it,” he answered.

Make It to the Altar Excerpt

We grabbed a seat at our gate and settled in for the wait. He took off his suit jacket and rested it over my shoulders before pulling me as close to him as I could get with an armrest between us. The sensation of his fingers stroking my hair almost lulled me to sleep when a slow song came on at the bar across the walkway and he shifted. 

“Dance with me, Anabelle.”

Looking around at the people, I almost said no, but he’d already tugged me out of my seat and into his arms. 

“Don’t tell me no. It’s our first dance.”

I dug my fingers into the hair along his neck and laid my head on his chest, letting Ed Sheeran’s song, Perfect, surround us as Kevin moved in slow circles. I was sure people were watching, but I didn’t care. 

“How many kids do you want?” His question surprised me. We’d never really talked details about kids other than we both knew we wanted them. 

“I don’t know. More than one, less than ten.”

His chest shook against my cheek as he laughed. “Sounds like a good limit.”

“What about you?”

“More than one. I didn’t love being the only child.”

“Me either. But I was lucky when I found you. Although, I wouldn’t have hated it if you’d had a sexy older brother.”

“Anabelle,” he growled my name. 

Laughing, I said, “I’m kidding. You’re it for me. You’re the only person I want to have a baby with.”

Lifting my head, I looked up into his eyes, wanting to get lost in the depths and layers of brown. He leaned down and kissed my cheek working his way to my ear where he nipped at it with his teeth. 

“I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my child.” His words sent a shiver of excitement down my body. “Does that excite you? Being filled with my seed?”

I didn’t answer, just swallowed hard and buried my head in his chest to hide the flush working its way up my chest. 

“That first trimester, when everything is so sensitive,” he growled from deep in his chest. “Oh, Ana. I’ll suck on your full breasts, torture them, wrap them around my dick and fuck them. They’ll be so eager for my touch, I’ll probably be able to make you come just by playing with them.”

“Kevin.” I said his name on a desperate breath, squeezing my thighs against the ache his words created.

“Are you turned on, Ana? Do my words excite you, right here in front of all these people? I bet I could make you come with my words alone. And you would, for me.”

My whole body shook with need and I held tightly to his neck, scared he would do it. Terrified that he wouldn’t.

I could feel his breath against my neck and waited for him to begin when we were interrupted by an announcement. 

“Passengers on flight one-five-two-three, to Jamaica, need to proceed to the desk. Flight one-five-two-three to Jamaica has been canceled. Please see check in for information.”

Fiona Cole is a military wife and a stay at home mom with degrees in biology and chemistry. As much as she loved science, she decided to postpone her career to stay at home with her two little girls, and immersed herself in the world of books until finally deciding to write her own.

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