R.L. Mathewson Chronicles

The Great Lockdown of 2020 Part V

“That’s a lot of salt,” came the softly spoken words that had Kasey wondering how much more of this she could take.

“It’s not salt. It’s sugar,” she calmly explained even as she threw the closed kitchen door a panicked look, wondering when Reese was going to save her.

They’d worked out a deal, one that benefited both of them so that they didn’t lose their damn minds. They were supposed to take turns spending time with Mikey, otherwise…

Oh, god…

She couldn’t do this, Kasey thought, licking her lips nervously as she stared at the kitchen door, praying that her husband was coming to save her. She loved Mikey, adored her, and couldn’t imagine how her life would have turned out if she hadn’t had her, but…

She couldn’t take this.

 

The Great Lockdown of 2020

“You’re grounded,” her mother said as soon as Mikey’s father dropped her on the couch.

“That’s fair,” Mikey said, nodding solemnly as she sat up.

“No television, no leaving the house, no nothing,” her mother said with a glare that had Mikey nodding in agreement.

“I told you to stay off the roof, didn’t I?” her father said, folding his arms over his chest as he glared down at her.

“And I fully planned on listening to you, but that was before Mathew tried to eat my hand,” she said only to wince when her parents continued to glare at her. “I’ll stay off the roof,” she promised.

 

The Great Lockdown of 2020: Part III

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Mikey said before he got a chance to say anything.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Sebastian said even though he had to admit that it had actually been pretty terrifying.

It probably wouldn’t have been that bad if she hadn’t made any sudden moves. Not that he could blame her, because he really couldn’t, not when his siblings had ignored the screams for mercy and moved in for the kill. Then again, if she’d just given up her hold on the bowl, none of this would have ever happened.

“I think it would be for the best if we went our separate ways,” the girl that seemed to live to torment him said with a sad little sniffle as she pointedly looked away from him.

 

The Great Lockdown of 2020 Part II

“Oh, this is bad,” Trevor said as he stood there, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched the reason that his cousin was going to kill him somehow manage to make it the rest of the way up onto his roof.

“Mikey, sweetheart,” Zoe said, trying not to panic as she looked around for something to make this right while Trevor stood there, biting back a curse because he’d left his fucking ladder at the house that he was flipping on Oak Street. “Why don’t you come down here so that we can talk?”

“Social distancing! Social distancing!” the girl that had held her own a lot longer than he’d thought she would, said, clearly on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

The Great Lockdown of 2020: Part I

“Do you really think that’s going to stop us?” Jonathan asked with a pitying shake of his head as Trevor finished securing the lock on the pantry door.

“No, but this should,” Zoe said as she slapped the list of rules that he’d told her wouldn’t work on the pantry door.

“What is that?” Mathew asked as he grabbed hold of his twin sister’s hand and dragged her closer only to sigh when Jonathan picked him up and set him aside so that he could read the list.

Excerpt from Unstoppable…The Next Pyte/Sentinel Novel

“Whatever you do, don’t start crying again,” someone said from her right as she struggled to open her eyes before adding, “He really seems to hate that.”

“Who?” Ashley tried to get out, but between the grogginess and the soul crushing pain that was currently tearing her body apart, she barely managed to get out a weak grunt.

“The asshole,” he answered anyway as the bed that she was on was jostled, letting her know that he’d decided to join her on the bed, a first for her, but something that she was going to have to ponder later.

Right now, she had other things that she needed to worry about.

“Good job keeping the tears at bay, sweetheart. Appreciate you taking one for the team,” he said dryly as she registered the feel of a large hand giving her head a condescending pat that left her battling the overwhelming urge to slap the owner of that hand.

A Day in the Life of Part VII

“No,” Lucifer said, unable to bite back a groan even as he allowed the incredibly beautiful and beyond fucking stubborn woman that he couldn’t seem to get enough of to pull him closer.

“Yes,” Rebecca said, brushing her lips against his as he found himself moving over her so that he could settle between her legs.

“No,” he said more firmly as he placed his hand between their bodies so that he could place his hand over the soft swell of her belly as he kissed her.

“I’m going,” the devious woman said as she spread her legs wider, causing him to settle more firmly between her legs and making it difficult to remember what they were talking about.

A Day in the Life of… Part VI

“Fucking move,” Reed bit out slowly even as he continued to absently caress the barely noticeable swell of Joey’s belly.

“No,” Joey said with a soft sigh as she continued reading the book on her lap, barely aware that her husband was dying to beat shit out of him.

Not that he could blame him, Matt thought as his attention shifted to the pain in the ass that should have told him that she couldn’t swim. Then again, if she’d just agreed to leave him alone, they wouldn’t be in this situation.

A Day in the Life of… Part V

“Let’s have that talk, shall we?” the large man that sounded upset for some reason said as he relaxed his hold around her legs and-

“What did you want to talk about?” Jenn asked even as she couldn’t help but wonder if they could wait to have this conversation when he wasn’t holding her upside down, threatening to drop her into the large pond below that looked kind of cold with all that ice floating on it.

“Many things,” Matt said conversationally.

“Such as…”

A Day in the Life of… Part IV

“Open the door,” came the calmly spoken request.

“Did you find anything yet?” Matt absently asked as he swiped through the image gallery of all the work that he’d done over the past few years, hoping to find something to appease his cousin just in case the pain in the ass couldn’t find anything decent in the storage room.

“No, no, I didn’t,” came the reply as Jen tried the door and-

“Okay, so I’m gonna count to ten and if you don’t open the door and let me out then I’m going to be forced to hurt you,” the pain in the ass that he was really hoping would take the hint and stop bugging him.