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It's been a crazy week, traveling, meetings, etc. We hit Hershey Park for the last three days and I am exhausted. Jenn has yelled at me, but the Chronicle will be late this week!
I'm sorry!
As soon as I get the chance, I am going to get a write up a few Chronicles so that I will have Chronicles ready to go for days like… Read More
“You’re early,” Connor snarled as he threw open the front door to glare at them.
“And you’re naked,” Jason noted, his lips twitching with amusement as the man simply continued to glare at them.
“And obviously very excited to see us,” Trevor added with a wink.
“If you’re not up here in the next minute, I’m starting without you!” came the teasing words from their favorite cousin from somewhere in the house. Judging by the way Connor licked his lips and the way Connor Junior jumped in anticipation, Jason realized it was going to be a very long time… Read More
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I'm going to do something that I don't normally do, I am going to ask you for a huge… Read More
“We have to go,” Haley said, panting slightly as she grabbed onto his shoulders and made a weak attempt to push him away.
Grinning, he shifted to the side, taking his weight off her. He leaned over and kissed her, taking her mouth slowly as he reached up and cupped her face. He caressed her cheek with his thumb several times before he glided his hand down her neck, down between her breasts and over her stomach where he continued to caress her in small… Read More
“Wake up!”
“Go away,” Jason muttered, trying to roll over, but Haley wasn’t having that.
“What the fuck?” Jason demanded, suddenly wide awake as he scrambled off the bed, his hand shoved down the front of his boxer briefs as he frantically searched for the handful of ice that she’d been forced to use.
“Oh, good,” she said, smiling brightly, “you’re awake!”
His glare shifted from her to the alarm clock on the hotel room’s nightstand and then back to her. Eyes narrowed in accusation, he said, “It’s not even seven in the morning.”
She sighed dramatically as she… Read More
“Nick?” A gentle shake of his shoulder was followed by another, “Nick?”
With a disgruntled groan, he rolled over onto his side and reached for the heating pad that he’d placed by the bed, knowing that Jamie would need it this morning. Still struggling to open his eyes, he blindly reached out, slapping his hand against the carpeted floor and the side of the nightstand until he found what he was looking for. With another grunt, he picked up the heating pad and rolled over onto his back as he unraveled the rolled up… Read More
Five hours later she was dragging her tired ass into her small apartment. She was exhausted and wondering why she’d stayed so late. Oh, that’s right, to mess with Drew’s head.
She really couldn’t remember ever laughing so hard in her life as woman after woman flirted with Drew. He’d glared at her each and every time when a woman made an obvious offer to spend the night in his bed and each and every time he had to send them away. It was either that or let them find out his equipment no longer functioned… Read More
A little something about this Chronicle. It was meant to be a reward for the original Team Bradford. I published it in a secret page so that they could see it with the intentions of keeping the second part for their eyes only until I was ready to share it with everyone else. However........
My website had other ideas, lol. It posted it FB, sent out notices and links to everyone. I'm sure you get the picture. So, here it is in its entirety, because at this point there's really no point in trying to hide it, lol. So I… Read More
(Warning: Contains Adult Language and Material. This is not suitable for children.)
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
The Game: Part II
Fenway Park
Boston, MA
“Looks like Trevor’s getting arrested.”
“Uh huh, that’s nice,” she said, not bothering to look up from the iPad mini that she felt was rightfully hers now.
“Marybeth,-” the betraying bastard once again started with his bullshit apology, but after twenty years of friendship she knew the tone that he was using a little too well.
“Not going to work,”… Read More