December 18, 2016 by Valerie Ullmer
Writing Prompt and Short Story
The Love of Writing
As I reflect back on the crazy year that it has been, I like to think about how I got started writing and what brought me to self-publish four books this year.
When I read over some of my earlier writings, some of it admittedly was crap (the first book I ever wrote comes to mind), but wanting to get better at writing pushed me to do just that. And getting in the habit of writing every day started with writing prompts. Those stories that I wrote because of writing prompts were what led me to love the stories I’ve created and they gave me inspiration to take a chance on my other ideas. I would like to share one of those short stories based on the writing prompt above.
© 2016 Valerie Ullmer
“You were supposed to be watching him!” Eden glanced around quickly. “Molly, I’m trying my best here to ignore Ian and you’re not helping.”
Molly, her best friend since they were old enough to walk, didn’t take any offense to her hysterics and hugged Eden goodbye. “I’m not part of your conspiracy to avoid the only man you’ve ever been interested in. You’re twenty-seven Eden, you can’t avoid him forever.”
“Wanna bet?” Eden asked.
Molly shook her head but gave up. “Are you going to wait to see if they have that books you ordered?”
“Yeah,” Eden looked around again but didn’t see any trace of Ian. “I will see you tomorrow, Thanks Mol.”
Eden picked another book she’d been interested in, a romance that was supposed to be very steamy, as she waited for the salesman to find her order. She flushed at the cover, the hero was shirtless, practically naked with rippling muscles and bulging biceps before she turned to the first page, curious. The first scene portrayed the hero having graphic sex with two women; she got as far as the first paragraph before she felt her entire body blush and she slammed the book back down on the shelf.
“Anything interesting,” Ian said, nodding to the book she had been reading.
“No, no,” she said before she turned and hurried to the registers to see about her order. The manager told her order had been delayed and apologized, offering her a discount, but she refused and brushed off another apology before she started toward the exit at a quick pace.
As she walked out of the store, she felt Ian close behind and she stopped in her tracks. She knew instantly that it was a bad idea. He ran into the back of her and wrapped an arm around her waist to steady both of them and she shivered from his touch.
She moved out of his reach and turned to confront him. He was tall, about a foot taller than her measly five-foot-two, with a brilliantly beautiful face, his messy brown hair that added to his appeal, the clearest blue eyes she’d ever seen and his tall, taut, muscular body that made her shiver when she thought about him, much less talked with him face to face.
She avoided him because he was gorgeous, funny, intelligent, easy going and happened to be every woman’s wet dream, including hers. In other words, he was in a different orbit and she refused to become obsessed with him, it would only lead to her heartbreak.
“Can I ask you a question?” she asked.
He nodded. A smile pulled up one corner of his mouth.
“You’re not really interested in me are you?”
“Yes, I am,” his deep voice reverberated throughout her body.
She laughed and shook her head. “Look at you, and then look at me. I’m different. I have purple streaks in my hair, I’m short and I’m not in your league. You need someone beautiful who will compliment you, not someone like me. I’ll see you around, Ian.”
She turned and walked a few feet, thinking that she made a clean getaway this time, but he had other plans. He grabbed her hand and led her to his car and opened the door for her, all the while not saying a word. She hesitated a second before he put a hand on her back, and she rushed inside, shivering at his touch.
He drove for a few minutes and they pulled into the driveway of a beautiful colonial style house, painted white with deep blue trim, the sight complimented by trees and flowers surrounding the structure. He pulled into a garage and shut the door before she could raise any objections. He came around and opened her door, leading her into his kitchen where he tossed his keys on the counter, never letting go of her hand.
“You have a beautiful house, Ian,” she whispered as she tried to break the tension.
His face was stone as he looked at her before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes as if he were in pain. She grew concerned but couldn’t bring herself to touch him. She kept still and watched as he relaxed his tense body before his eyes opened and speared her to the spot.
“I’m done talking,” he growled. He moved toward her so fast that she was sitting on the counter before she knew what he’d meant to do. She opened her legs by instinct and not invitation, and he took advantage of her momentary lapse and moved in between her legs.
Her breath caught in her throat as he captured her face and brought his mouth down on hers. He ran his tongue along her lips and she opened to him when a gasp escaped her throat. She tasted him for the first time. She couldn’t help herself, she sucked on his tongue and he lost complete control.
He pulled back with a growl. “I’m going to carry you into my bedroom, strip you down, and fuck you so hard that you’ll never want to leave me.” His voice deep with lust.
His words caused her core to flood with heat and her sense of self-preservation to flee out the window.
“Yes.” She moaned into his mouth.
He wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her up by her ass, kissing her neck as he ran upstairs to his bedroom. When they arrived, he slid her down his body, causing both of them to moan, before divesting her of her clothes and his.
“I’ll make it up to you but I need to be inside you. I’ll explore your body later, when I’m in more control.”
She jumped on the bed and moaned his name. He came down on top of her before his fingers started exploring her core, finding her drenched.
“Now, Ian, please,” she begged.
He grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance a split second before he plunged into her, causing both of them to freeze. He lowered his head to kiss her deeply.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t have hurt you if I’d have known.”
He sounded tortured and she wanted to put him at ease. “It didn’t hurt, if that’s what you’re worried about, I just feel so full. Please, move, Ian,” she begged.
“It’s…I need you, Eden.”
He blissfully started moving and before long, her entire body soon shook with her first orgasm, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he continued to pound into her. He grabbed her ass and with each thrust, brought her up hard, stimulating her until she cried out with her second orgasm. She tried to catch her breath, but he was overwhelming every one of her senses and she blacked out for a split second.
She came to at his shout.
“Eden, oh God, baby, I’m gonna come.”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”
“Fuck, fuck!” He moaned as he released into her, gathering her close as his hips continued to move.
She held him close, hating herself for ever trying to push him away. Whatever happened, she would have this time with him to live off for the rest of her life. He was spectacular in every way possible and whatever happened, she would never regret this.
He rolled to her side and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her until her head was on his chest and their legs were tangled together. She fell into a deep sleep, her muscles relaxing as she felt his heartbeat slow and his breathing even out.
Several hours later, she awoke with a start, forgetting where she was for a long moment. As she looked down at Ian’s sleeping face, she smiled. She knew she needed to make herself scarce, not wanting to overstay her welcome and since she’d never been in this situation before, she thought it would be best not to stick around for any awkward conversation, especially if he expected her gone when he awoke.
She slowly maneuvered herself to the edge before she stood and searched for her clothes, her arms and legs felt like jelly. She squealed when a pair of large arms picked her up and pulled her back to bed.
He laid her down and hovered over her, his face pinched with anger.
“Where are you going?” he demanded.
She blushed and looked away from his face. “I’ve never done this before so I thought—“
“I’m going to have to handcuff you to the bed and throw away the key so you never try to leave me again,” he growled.
That brought her gaze back to his. “What?” she asked.
“God, baby, I’m never going to give you up.” He kissed her so thoroughly that her breaths came out in short bursts.
“No, listen, I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you. I will stalk you, send you every flower I can get my hands on, call you every minute of every day, anything and everything until you finally realize that you’re in love with me and that you’ll marry me,” he said.
“I’ve been in love with you from the first moment I saw you,” she softly admitted.
He froze over her, his face slightly contorted before he kissed her.
“Thank God,” he breathed.
He hugged her closer and buried his face in her neck.
“I love you, too, Eden. Will you marry me? Soon?” he asked.
“Are you sure? Will you by happy with me as a wife?” she asked.
“I’ll move heaven and earth to make you happy, as long as you’re my wife,” he said sincerely.
“Yes, I’ll marry you, anytime you want,” she whispered. A tear slipped from her eye and he kissed it away.
“And you’ll never leave me again?” he asked.
“Never,” she promised.