Teaser: Blood and Sympathy

(Short unedited excerpt from Blood and Sympathy, coming fall 2014 - subject to change.)
(*Caution adult situations and language*)

She danced naked beneath the sprinkler, so completely uninhibited. I watched her from the dry part of the lawn. I knew she wanted me to lose my clothes and join her, but I couldn't. Not that I didn't want to, but it kept crossing my mind that if her daddy came home and caught me naked in the back yard with his daughter, it wouldn't bode well for either of us.

Seeing her smile for the first time in weeks made me happy. She'd been a shell of a girl ever since Olivia disappeared. I wanted to fix it, but I didn't know how. It was supposed to be the time of her life. Out of high school, her whole future ahead of her, and summer was meant to be a time for cutting loose and having fun. So, I watched while she closed her eyes and danced. Letting her shut out the rest of the world, forgetting, if only for a few minutes, the pain of her loss.

I couldn't take my eyes off her and I wanted nothing more than to feel her naked skin beneath my fingertips. It took every fucking ounce of restraint I could muster just to sit and watch her spin slow, sexy circles in the wet grass. The way she held her arms above her as her hips swayed to the beat of some song only she could hear made my dick harder than it had ever been.

She spun in my direction opening her eyes wide, as though she had just remembered I was sitting there, admiring her for the first time. She covered her mouth and began to laugh -- a sweet, almost childlike giggle at first. Soon she was laughing so hard she collapsed to her knees in the soggy yard.

After a few minutes, her eyes heated into something resembling full-out lust. Not that I had a freaking clue what that looked like, but if I had to give it a name, it was the only thing I could think of at the moment. She began to crawl toward me on her hands and knees, lust was replaced with something much more predatory.
I groaned and pulled my knees up, wrapping my arms around them. My dick was ready to wave the white flag in surrender, and the closer she got, the more it throbbed. She was like a feline stalking her prey.

She stopped in front of me, sat up on her knees and put her hands on my shoulders. Her breasts were at eye level. I licked my lips and tried to look away, but she cupped my chin with determined fingers.

"Look at me," she said. When I did, her eyes were dark, her pupils completely dilated in the faded light. "God dammit, Braden, why won't you fucking touch me? Don't you like me? Aren't you attracted to me? Do you think I'm ugly? What is it? What the fuck is wrong with me?" The water streaming down her face had turned to tears. She balled her fists and slammed them against my chest again and again.

I clamped one hand around her wrists, staying her for a moment. "Claire, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. You always have been. I want you so fucking bad, you have no idea. But, I want it to be right. The right time. The right place." I stopped talking and motioned around the yard. "This is not the right place."


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Lori L. Clark

Lori L. Clark currently resides in Hazelwood, MO with three rescue dogs. When Lori isn't listening to the voices in her head, waiting for the next creative inspiration to strike, she also loves to read, run, paint pet portraits and save dogs. Email Lori at

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