Give To You

By Sonni de Soto

Brides are supposed to be excited about their wedding days, right? But Peter Richards hasn’t been able to get his wife-to-be’s attention at all. He knows that Kat’s been swept up by the excitement of getting her first book published, but this is their wedding! When he tries to talk to her about it, they just end up fighting, leaving him wondering whether she cares about him at all.

Kat Valdez knows that she should be helping Peter with all the plans and preparations but, with time and pressure bearing down, it feels like being forced to choose between marrying the man of her dreams and achieving her lifelong aspiration. Upset over all this arguing, Kat packs up and leaves their sunny, coastal home to stay with her parents, hoping to find peace and answers in her snowy, hometown haven. She just needs a break. To think about their lives. About their future. And how—and if—they fit together in it.

Peter, while he understands her need for space, doesn’t need time to know that he wants Kat in his life. She might need a break, but his life won’t feel right until they’re back together again. So, with his toy bag in hand and a kinky plan in his head, he treks north, determined to convince her how cold and lonely life is apart by reminding her how hot they can get together.

Give To You is a 9,100-word short story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deep Desires Press
• Release date: Jan 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370261680

Sonni de Soto

Sonni de Soto is a kinkster of color and a Builder of Worlds. Well, really, she’s a small office cog, churning away in a cubicle, who stealthily writes erotica in email drafts (so it still looks like she's working). Here’s to putting a little more play into kink literature and to sharing real, honest love, whatever form it takes. Please find more of her work at sonnidesoto.blogspot.com and follow her at facebook.com/sonnidesotostories.

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Title Page

Copyright

Give To You

About Sonni de Soto

Coming Soon from Deep Desires Press

Give To You

Sonni de Soto

Copyright © Sonni de Soto

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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What do you want from me, Peter? Kat Valdez glared at her boyfriend, now fiancé, and pushed up from the table to pace the dining room.

She did not have time for this fight. She’d known that it’d been brewing, that they’d both bitten their tongues about it for too long now. But, with just a week until her novel came out and a million things to do before then, she did not need this right now.

This is my dream, she said as she leaned against the sink, holding her pounding head in her hand. My book launches in a week; I’m sorry if you feel neglected, she said, trying and failing to keep the sneer from her voice, as she crossed her arms over her chest. But what am I supposed to do? Drop everything, when I’m already swamped and behind schedule, because you’re feeling insecure?

I’m not asking that, Peter Richards insisted, pushing his uneaten food aside. I know you’re busy. He shook his head and threw his hands out. You’re always busy. You’ve been busy for the past three months. Ticking off his fingers, he said, Too busy to go out, too busy to stay in. You’re too busy to help me plan our goddamned wedding.

He sat back, running his hands through his thick, brown hair. Jesus, Kat, I know this is important to you — and I think I’ve been incredibly supportive — but I hardly ever see you.

That wasn’t true. She pouted and tapped her toe against the tile. They saw each other every freaking day; how much more could they see each other?

Living together was supposed to bring us closer, he said with a shake of his head. "But, if you’re not at work, you’re locked in your office with your laptop. Every day — every damn day — you get up, grab food, go to your regular job, come home, work on your novel or promotion or whatever, then fall asleep. He sighed and pushed his thin-framed glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. The only time I get to spend any time with you