Something Wonderful (37 page)

Never taking his eyes off me, he rested his hand on my shoulder, and then gingerly slid down my arm, giving me pleasurable tingles…EVERYWHERE. Afraid to move the tiniest of my muscles, I felt locked in place. I was enjoying him way too much and I didn’t want it to end. When he finally reached my hand, he pulled it up to his mouth and made the most pleasurable groan I’ve ever heard.

Looking exhausted and dazed, he shifted his eyes to the cookie in my hand, and mumbled slowly, “I think I’ll have that cookie now.”

Nothing registered until I saw his lips part, and my fingers disappeared in his mouth. OMG! My pulse skyrocketed, and I whimpered from the warmth of his tongue and the sensation that shot down my arm. My fingers were very wet sliding out of his mouth. I even felt the feather-light graze of his teeth; and I could swear every single muscle in my body became limp.

His jaw worked quickly, chewing. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. He made eating a cookie SO hot. After he swallowed, he turned the other way, picked up my cup of milk, and chugged down whatever was left.

Looking like he just couldn’t believe he drank milk, he placed the cup down. “Good night, Alex. Don’t ever go racing without me,” he ordered, and then he left.

What just happened? Milk and cookies will never be the same for me…EVER.

AN EXCERPT FROM
FROM GODS

by
Mary Ting

Now Available

“Mason, MASON, MASON!” Skylar panicked.

“I know. Skylar, hold on tight. I’m going to brake.”

“But there are cars behind us.”

“We have no choice. Don’t worry. I got this.” Mason pushed down on the brake pedal forcefully. The car hydroplaned to the right. “Hold on.”

Skylar gripped the first thing she could place her hand on tightly. The water from the road jetted up into the air like in a water show, but the car kept gliding sideways, until finally it spun in a full circle and stopped. With no time to waste, Mason turned the car to the right and accelerated, hoping to dodge what was coming toward them.

Out of nowhere, a long piece of ice, taking the form of a spear, darted through the trucks’ tires and punctured some of them. More ice spears came soaring out of the rain, but this time, ten or more sphere-like ice balls followed, denting the sides of the trucks. One went through a windshield. With flat tires, the trucks now glided as if skating on ice, maneuvering from side to side.

“Did you do that?” Skylar asked excitedly.

“No. Must be Poseidon’s kids. Where the hell are they?” Mason spread his right arm in front of Skylar, as if to protect her. “Bend down, Sky.”

One of the trucks hit another and veered off, hitting yet another one. The crash caused the trucks to flip and tumble, heading straight for Mason’s car. With a look of shock, Skylar held her breath. With no time to move, think, or get out of the car, she closed her eyes and prepared for the crash.

Just seconds before impact, Mason’s car flew up into the air, over the trucks. Somehow, as if by magic, the water created a liquid bridge, guiding the car safely over, and then it thumped hard on the ground on the other side. Without looking back, Mason sped away as the sound of screeching brakes and metal hitting metal, blasted behind them.

“What just happened?” Skylar yelped. “Did you do that?” Everything had happened so fast. Adrenalin had rushed through her body so rapidly, she’d had no time for fear. Now that it was over, she was simply amazed, stunned and speechless.

“No, I didn’t. Poseidon’s kids. It’s the only explanation. They can manipulate water. I had it handled. There was no need for them to show off. Lots of civilians are hurt.” Mason sounded irritated, perhaps because he wasn’t the hero this time around, or perhaps he truly did care for those people he didn’t know.

Amazed by their abilities, wherever they were, Skylar was grateful they were there. Though Mason claimed he’d had the situation handled, Skylar thought otherwise, but kept her opinion to herself.

Looking behind them, she could see fire and heavy smoke escalating into the sky. The trucks had mostly slammed against each other, except for one. Guilt consumed her, thinking about the innocent people who’d happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She couldn’t dwell on being remorseful. She saw the same white truck, now joined by a black truck, tailing behind them. “It’s the white truck again, but there’s another one behind it.”

“I see them,” Mason said with a sly tone, looking in the rearview mirror. “Let’s see if they can follow.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Author Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.

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