Story Excerpt: The Back Nine

April 14th is the release for The Back Nine. You can pre-order from Bookstrand with a 10% discount until April 21st! I’d like to share a story excerpt with you.


Brooke’s heart was racing, beating faster than she could ever remember. Definitely nothing she had experienced with any other man. Alec was creating a ripple of pulsating beats in her chest and his hands were only on her ankles. She pursed her lips together and exhaled. This one-on-one attention was a bit more than she had imagined when she had signed up for private golf lessons. Of course the idea had been Marshall’s. He first said it was to give her an opportunity to increase her skill set. He wanted her to be able to golf alone with him. The idea of more one-on-one time with Marshall did not excite Brooke, but the hot golf instructor did, and she happily signed her name on the form.

Alec stood up and placed his arms over Brooke’s. A cascade of tingles swarmed over her body. The hair at the nape of her neck sprung up. Thankfully, she had worn it down today and Alec wouldn’t be able to see how excited she was. He covered his hands over her skin, forming a heavy embrace. Brooke gripped the shaft, her palms were moist. She moved them up and down to get a better grasp on the club and took a deep breath. The ball was glaring back up at her. Daring her to hit it, hard.

“Loosen up your grip. You don’t want to hold it that tight,” Alec said into her ear. His words were like sun burning its rays into her neck. Brooke’s stomach clenched. She loosened her fingers and took in another long breath. Brooke’s breasts jiggled underneath her shirt. Her nipples were protruding beneath the cotton. Along with her thin shirt, she had specifically chosen to wear her favorite pink lacy bra. Even the lace wasn’t much of a camouflage; it definitely didn’t provide adequate coverage. She liked being able to see her areolas through the laced thread. Brooke smiled. Even without a mirror, she knew how she must appear in front of Alec. Her lips pouted. He was behind her and couldn’t see her perfectly formed nipples. Brooke wanted to turn around and see if Alec would notice. She wanted to see if he would stare or would he look away. Brooke shrugged.

Their fingers were entangled. This was the type of closeness she wanted. Her hands covered by Alec’s large fingers. His skin was rough, but she was glad he wasn’t wearing a glove. The skin-to-skin contact was what she needed. His legs were pushed against her behind. There was no denying that the hardness brushing against her was not Alec’s upper thigh muscles. Brooke’s breasts rose and fell as she exhaled.

Alec stepped back “Go ahead and take a swing.”

Brooke complied with his request and hit the ball directly on. It soared high into the powder blue sky. The shiny white ball was like a dove releasing itself into the world, not caged in. It was free. She wished she could be like the ball, free to go and do whatever she wanted. Brooke wanted to fly as high as her ball. To be taken to that thrilling level on or off the course.

That was the best shot she had ever made. Her ball was really soaring. The lessons were definitely paying off. This was only her second one. The first one was just at the range. Surrounded by other golfers. Alec hadn’t given her the same one on one attention as he was giving her right now. The area between her legs tingled.

Yes, this must be something he saved for when he was instructing on the course only. She couldn’t imagine that any husbands or fiancés would be okay with Alec’s muscular body against their wives or girlfriends. Marshall probably didn’t even consider this when he insisted she take the lessons. Though he had never made an official advance Brooke was sure of Marshall’s desires. It was pretty clear that he wanted Brooke to assist him in a non-professional way.

“Nicely done, you hit the sweet spot.”

She laughed, “The sweet spot.” Brooke licked her lips. There was a sweet spot she wanted to hit, and it was not a white round ball. She swallowed, her mouth was wet. Brooke wanted to forego any insecurities and drop to her knees. The desire to pleasure Alec on the green was burning inside of her. She imagined her lips parting and taking his massive erection in her mouth and farther down her throat. A swarm of bees flew along her insides.

“That’s the center of the ball. You hit it right on target.” Alec took her club and placed it back in the bag. He towered over her. Brooke inspected his large body. His shoulders rounded out and followed by big biceps, biceps that Brooke wouldn’t have been able to encircle her hands around. But she could imagine Alec wrapping his arms around her. Enclosing her in his big muscular arms. She sighed.

“Let me ask you something, Brooke. When you signed up for lessons were you wanting to improve your golf game or something else?” Alec stared at Brooke with a raised eyebrow. His eyes darkened as if he had switched from day to night. He was teaching her how to play golf, but it was her turn to tee up. Her throat was dry. His question caught her off guard. She rubbed her lips.

“What do you mean something else?” Brooke blinked her eyelashes. She wanted to grip his shaft.

“Well, I think your swing is improving, but I think something isn’t fitting right. I’m not talking about the buttons that always come undone on your blouse,” Alec said as he twirled the button on her shirt. His knuckles brushed up against her breasts. Her nipples were spiked high and begging to be touched.