When my proposed outline for Learning to Live Again was accepted as a Corbin’s Bend book, I was super excited. I had devoured every CB book in Season One. I loved the community and the supporting cast of characters. However, there was one requirement for the book to be part of this series that I wasn’t at all sure I’d be able to handle. Unlike my first book, Playing with Fire, which was a straightforward sweet romance with no sexual content, this book would have to include erotic content. It was a requirement of the series. I would have to write sex.
To say that the thought terrified me is probably an understatement. Sex has so much potential to go wrong in the story, to come off flat, mechanical, and just flatly boring. Typically, I reacted to this fear by reading everything I could get my hands on about writing sex. As it turned out, I need not need not have worried. Despite all my anxiety and attempts at preparation, in the end it was Lainie and Grant who took over. They had their own ideas about how this was going to happen, and they weren’t taking no for an answer.
(It should be noted that this point that I do not write in a straight line whatsoever. The excerpt below actually ended up being the second or third sex scene in the book, but it was the first I wrote.)
The consensus from most of the things Lainie had heard since moving here was that while punishment spankings seriously sucked, there were some significant upsides. The feeling of forgiveness and having truly paid for whatever had gone on was one. That one she believed. She’d experienced it myself last night, curled on Grant’s lap. She had never remembered feeling like that before in her life, that cherished and protected. The other supposed upside was that the makeup sex was amazing. That she had her doubts about. When Grant had tucked her into bed last night – on her stomach, as she couldn’t bear even the thought of her behind touching the bed – she had been appallingly sore. Her had eyes hurt; face had been stiff and swollen from crying, and she had felt limp and drained. Sex had never even entered her mind.
She was, therefore, completely shocked to wake in the early hours of this morning, still face down on the bed, to find Grant kneeling between her legs and kissing his way up her spine. They hadn’t woken like this in years, not since the earliest days of their marriage. It had been a very long time since he had taken the initiative like this, taking the matter into his own hands without waiting for her to decide or agree. Some part of her mind thought she ought to be annoyed, but frankly, most of her was so distracted by the trail of heat moving slowly up her spine in the wake of those butterfly kisses, that she didn’t really care.
When he reached her neck, he planted a kiss at the base of her skull, blowing gently into the fine hairs there. Lainie shivered involuntarily and made a low humming sound deep in her throat. She felt his lips curl into a smile against the back of her neck. “Good morning,” he said softly. “Like that, do you?”
“It’s nice,” she murmured.
Grant apparently took that as consent to continue because he began to work his way back down, but this time the kisses were deeper, a little harder and more demanding. He stopped at the small of her back, just above the swell of her bottom. He ghosted a hand across both bottom cheeks, gentle and tentative. She sucked in an involuntary breath, wincing. Much of the horrible soreness from the night before had faded, but she was still extremely tender, as though she were nursing a particularly bad sunburn that was somehow localized only to her backside. “I’m sore,” she told him.
“Shhh,” Grant said, with that peculiar deeper note in his tone that made any further protests flee without conscious permission. He stopped for a moment as he knelt up then he gripped her hips and pulled her back against him, pressing the tender flesh against his hard thighs. She whimpered and groaned involuntarily, unable not to struggle a little. Grant let go of one hip and reached around her to find her center, gently rubbing, thrusting and teasing. Her breath quickened and her whimpers and moans became more frantic and needier. Then, as suddenly as he had begun, he stopped. His hand moved back to her bottom, and he began kneading her skin like a cat, pressing and rubbing. This time, the soreness wasn’t unpleasant at all. If anything, it sent shockwaves through her, ratcheting up the fire that Grant had started. He kept this up for several more minutes alternating between thrusting into her with his fingers and rubbing and pressing on her bottom. He drove her just to the edge, far beyond coherent thought, and then he pulled her up onto her knees and elbows , pushing her shoulders down toward the mattress and drawing her ass high into the air, using his own knees to push hers wide apart, leaving her open to him. Without warning, he thrust into her, hard and fast. He pummeled her sore skin, reigniting the fire from the night before, but she was far beyond caring, spiraling up higher and higher, rocking and keening, until she finally crashed over the edge, feeling Grant follow only moments later.
Lainie woke again sometime later to find them still sprawled together on the mattress. One of them – she had no memory of which – had had the presence of mind to pull the comforter up over them before they fell asleep. She was still lying on her stomach, but at some point Grant had rolled over off of her and was curled on his side next to her. She felt pleasantly boneless and very sore, but in a very good way. Maybe there was something to all that talk about the upsides after all.
Tired of increasing chaos in his family life and the distance that is growing between him and his wife, Lainie, Grant Taylor decides the only way to save his marriage is to get back to the domestic discipline lifestyle he grew up with. When he finds Corbin’s Bend on the Internet, he is certain it is the perfect place for them to start over.
Exhausted and tired of juggling everything herself, Lainie reluctantly agrees to her husband’s suggestion. However, she is new to the lifestyle and more than a little uncertain about it. To make matters worse, their 15-year-old daughter Kathleen is convinced they had moved her into some kind of weird spanking cult. She is miserable and not at all shy about letting everybody know it.
Will moving to Corbin’s Bend be their saving grace, or will it be the final straw that tears them apart?