The Unseen

by Sabrina Devonshire

  “Now we’ll have the ring exchange.”

  Rebecca extended her hand and watched as Kent slipped the twinkling diamond ring onto her finger. The touch of his strong masculine hand against her skin elicited pleasant tingles. The wedding band looked beautiful, bonded to the engagement ring he’d given her two weeks earlier.

  Rebecca met Kent’s gaze again, feeling it pull her heart in nearer to his. Rebecca held onto Kent’s tanned, sinewy left hand, her hand trembling as she slid the gold band securely into place. They belonged to each other now. She leaned in toward him until their noses touched, so excited for the future, so this is the best day of my life happy.

  “I now pronounce you man and wife,” said David. “You may kiss the bride.”

  Their faces already touching, their lips almost instantly collided. Rebecca met his lips in a frenetic kiss, wrapping her arms around his back as his strong embrace encircled her. His blue eyes danced mischievously and his words breezed against her ear. “I wanted to let you know I ordered up the honeymoon suite at the hotel tonight.”

  Rebecca groaned. “Are you serious? Does that one have a collapsed ceiling?”

  Kent laughed. “I’m not sure about that. All I said is I wanted a king-sized bed.”

  Tom walked up and mock-slapped Kent’s face. “You’re just married and already feeding her crap.” He looked toward Rebecca. “He’s not taking you to that shithole, I promise.”

  “Hey, I wanted to surprise her.”

  Tom gave him a friendly shove. “Well, off with you. Ray’s out there waiting.”

  Kent wove his fingers through Rebecca’s and they walked as Mr. and Mrs. Kent Dunbar outside the cave to board the helicopter.

  * * * *

  Bunny watched the helicopter lift off the ground, carrying Kent and Rebecca away for their honeymoon. It had been a beautiful wedding. She’d dabbed her eyes repeatedly, especially when they exchanged their vows. Love had been so evident in their eyes.

  Winston had held her hand the entire time, occasionally meeting her gaze during the most touching parts of the ceremony. She wasn’t’ sure what would happen next. The expedition was over and everyone would return to their normal lives. But Bunny didn’t have a normal life. She had no home to go back to. She wanted more than anything to stay in Vietnam. Winston had mentioned her staying on, but she needed him to ask again or she planned to leave. She had too much pride now to force something if it wasn’t right for both of them.

  “Well I guess this is it,” Bunny said.

  Shards of silver appeared in Winston’s blue eyes. “What do you mean?”

  Bunny shrugged, aiming for nonchalant. “Well, the expedition’s over and so now I should probably get my stuff from the hotel and head to the airport.”

  Winston’s wide-eyes made his blond eyelashes stand out. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “Well I’ve already been enough of a burden to you, there’s no reason to stay any longer.”

  Winston’s brows tipped in and the expression on his face looked tragic. “But what about us? Isn’t that a good enough reason?”

  Bunny’s throat felt so tight, she could barely speak. “I want it to be . . .”

  “Well I’m sorry, I suppose it’s my fault for not making myself clear. I see us as having something lasting. I don’t want you to leave—not today, not ever as a matter of fact.”

  Bunny clasped her hands over her face, so excited she wanted to jump up and down. “Are you serious?”

  Winston’s expression turned from dismayed to elated. “Of course I’m serious. I’d like you to move in with me. And go with me on any adventure travel trips I lead that you fancy.”

  Bunny leaped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Oh, Winston, I’d love that.”

  “And I love you. Especially in that black swimsuit.”

  Bunny laughed and pulled his head of blond curls in toward her neck.

  * * * *

  Once airborne, Rebecca peered down, watching acres of jungle pass by before she saw scattered buildings and then a wide swath of ocean. She leaned over and nudged her husband, who was squeezed tightly in the seat beside her. She kissed him on the neck. “So when do you plan to tell me where we’re going?”

  He turned toward her, his blue eyes dancing with mischief. “After we’re there. I want it to be a surprise.”

  She traced a finger over one of his dimples. “I know we’re not going to the hotel from hell. Thank God. But now we’re flying over what I assume is the South China Sea. I can’t imagine this helicopter has enough fuel to fly much further.” Her ears popped as the helicopter descended steeply toward an island in the middle of the sea.

  “You’re right. And that’s why we’re going down now. Our destination, my love, is Phu Quoc Island. We’ll be staying in a little apartment at a quiet little seaside resort. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

  She pulled him into a tight embrace, feeling secure and happy in his arms. “Oh, Kent this sounds just lovely. I’m so excited. I’ve been wanting to spend some time alone with you for weeks.”

  Lust flickered in Kent’s eyes. “I’m excited to get you into bed.”

  Rebecca swatted him affectionately. “I bet you are. Although I have to admit, I have a few plans in mind for you.”

  Kent’s hand slid up her arm to her breast. He circled his hand around it over the thin blue silk fabric until her nipple peaked.

  Rebecca gasped, feeling her hot spots ignite.

  His breathing grew ragged. “Oh, I’ve got way more than a few plans in mind for you. But the first one will have to wait—we’ll be on the ground in a minute and on our wedding night, it seems appropriate that I should make love to you on a real bed for once. “

  After Raymond landed the helicopter on the beach, Kent snatched up their luggage, jumped down to the ground and reached for Rebecca’s hand to help her down. “See you in two weeks,” Kent said to Ray before slamming the door shut.

  Rebecca drew the sea air into her nostrils and raised her arms, letting the breeze ruffle her clothing. It felt amazingly freeing to have no schedule, no death-march walk ahead, and no gun-wielding men pursuing them. “It’s just lovely here. What a quaint little resort this is.”

  “Yes, this place is very laid back—the perfect place for us to relax. The owners said they’d leave the key in the room, so all we have to do is find it.” They walked hand-in-hand toward a row of thatched roof buildings, which were perched just a few steps away from the ocean. “They said our unit was painted blue. It must be this one.”

  Kent opened the door and placed his hand at her back to urge her inside. Rebecca inhaled the aroma of orchids as she stepped inside the room and set her backpack down. A bouquet of the fragrant purple flowers sat in a vase on the kitchen table. Beside it was an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne. She walked around in circles, glancing at the rustic furniture, the windows that provided a view of the white sand and cobalt ocean and the painted tile kitchen. “Oh, Kent, this is completely amazing. I just love it here.”

  Kent took off his tie and tossed it over a chair back and unbuttoned three buttons on his shirt, revealing an alluring slice of his muscular chest. “Now that we’ve seen the downstairs, I think we should familiarize ourselves with the bedroom.” He crouched and slid his hands under her legs and picked her up. The stairs creaked as he carried her carefully up the stairs.

  When they reached the small bedroom, he walked her over to the bed and bounced her down on the woven purple bedspread. As he kneeled over her, she gazed up at him, admiring his chiseled face and physique. He leaned over to capture her lips. Tasting those plump lips is sinful, she thought, as she devoured them until aching want rushed between her thighs. But not nearly as sinful as what she wanted him to do to her next. She moaned into his throat. As if responding to her call for more, he raised her torso to slide the zipper on the back of her dress down. She saw a devilish glitter in his eyes. “You look gorgeous in this dress. But I know you’ll be even more bea
utiful completely naked.”

  He hurriedly tugged the satin dress over her head and tossed it on the nightstand. “That’s what I wanted to see.” Kent’s lust-filled gaze followed his hands as they skimmed over her abdomen to her breasts. “Beautiful. Just beautiful,” he breathed.

  “You’re not the only one who likes to see skin. Now take it all off. You must be baking in that long-sleeved shirt anyway.” Seeing Kent’s dimpled cheeks flushed and sweating made her recall what he looked like whenever they made love. Roguish and ruggedly masculine, she thought. Rebecca fumbled her way down the line of buttons on his shirt. She reached his waistband and slid his zipper down, feeling heat rush to her pussy when his magnificent erection popped out.

  “I didn’t notice I was hot until right about now.” He raised his hips and helped her work the pants off his legs.” Now I’m so eager to get out of these clothes, my vote’s to make all clothing illegal for the entire time we’re here.”

  “You might be able to talk me into that.” Once his pants lay on the floor in a heap, she slid her hands up and cupped his already rigid cock. It twitched in her hands and engorged further as she slid the tight tunnel of her hand up and down the shaft.

  Kent groaned and dropped flat onto his back, his toes curling at the excitement.

  Rebecca pushed apart his thighs so she could massage his balls while she flicked her tongue over the head of his penis.

  “Bec, that feels so good.” His head tipped to one side and he wetted his plump lips with his tongue.

  “I’m just getting started.” She sucked his penis further and further back in her throat as she massaged his balls and tickled the small triangle behind them she knew was especially sensitive.

  Kent’s hips rose and fell as he pumped in and out of her mouth. Veins stood out on his bulging arm muscles as he clenched his fists, overcome by primal desires.

  Rebecca intensified the rate she suckled him.

  He groaned and thrashed on the mattress. “Bec, this feels just too amazing, I can’t take much more of this. And I want to be inside you now.” He pushed up on his elbows. “Please,” he begged. “Lie on your back for me.”

  When she rolled over, he kneeled, straddling her hips. He gave her a lusty smile. “You’re going to like the way this feels, baby. I’ll penetrate deeper than ever before. Wrap one of your legs around my hip.”

  A wet surge raced to her pussy. She ached for him to fill her and the deeper the better. She wanted him to bury his cock so deep inside of her, it would slide up her throat. Once she’d positioned her legs around his hip, he massaged her clitoris and her wet opening and then slid a strong finger inside of her. Her walls clenched around his finger in anticipation of the much more immense appendage that would enter her body later. As lusty excitement spread out from her center, she became impatient for more. “Oh, Kent, I want you. Please, don’t make me wait.”

  “I have to get you ready or I might hurt you.” He slid in another finger, sliding both fingers in and out of her opening.

  She raised her hips to intensify the stimulation. But his fingers just weren’t enough. She wanted every inch of his pulsing cock sinking inside of her. Now.

  He pressed her other leg in toward her chest with his upper body. “Is that too much of a stretch for you?”

  “No, it’s fine. Where did you come up with this one?”

  “A Kama Sutra book I read once.” He continued to split her legs apart until she told him she was stretched to her limit.

  She breathed heavily as she watched his muscular body maneuver over her. She arched her hips up toward him, crazy eager for penetration.

  “I’m going to enter you now, love, But I’ll go in slow.” He slowly pressed his cock against the folds outside her opening. “Stop me if I’m hurting you.”

  Need pulsed in her pussy. She impatiently ground up into him with her hips and thighs. “Oh, please, Kent, now.”

  Gently, he slid inside her wetness, making her pant and moan. He massaged her breasts as he slid in and out of her. The pressure in the split-apart position felt amazing on her clit. He’d only been pounding inside of her for a few minutes, but already the deep penetration drove her wild. “Oh, that feels so good.”

  Her breathing grew more ragged and uncontrolled. She felt her hair scatter across the pillows. She’d never been this close to orgasm so quickly. But her husband was asserting his ownership of her, pressing himself deep into her center as he nibbled her calf. She sensed Kent was close to the edge, too, by the savage lust she saw in his face. A vein pulsed at his temple and his eyelids drooped. When he wasn’t tonguing her leg, his tongue moistened his delicious swollen lips. “Come baby, come,” he said as he intensified his thrusts.

  His resonant voice was enough to push her over the edge and she cried out his name in raspy pants as she exploded in orgasm. Kent came immediately afterward, lunging into her with one final thrust. “Oh, baby, that was amazing. I love you so much.” He planted a line of adoring kisses along her calf and the inside of her knee, leaving tingles in their wake.

  “Oh, I love you, too, Kent.” Suddenly sensing an uncomfortable tug in her inner thighs, she bit back a grimace.

  Kent laughed. “But?”

  “But, as great as that position felt, I might need to take a few yoga classes before we try it again.”

  He skimmed his hand over her legs. “I guess I got carried away. Here we go.” Gently, he untangled himself from her overstretched leg and lengthened it back out beside the other one. “Does that feel better?”

  Every satiated muscle in her just-made-love-to body felt relaxed. “Kent, I’m fine. I’ve never felt better, actually.” Kent rolled over on his side beside her, stroking her face. His eyes had faded to a sexually sated pale blue. Rebecca knew their shade would darken when desire for more naughty pleasure rekindled. And that he’d bury himself in her again and again that night. They’d rarely had a chance to make love in recent weeks and they had lots of pent of passion to get out of their systems.

  On their remote island honeymoon, they’d be free to explore each other’s bodies as often as they wanted. The promise of more sexual escapades exhilarated her almost as their life ahead of them as man and wife. “Kent Dunbar. My husband. And the man I love.” Rebecca ruffled the close-cropped hair on his head and kissed the full lips she adored so much.

  “Rebecca Dunbar. My wife. The woman I love and my right hand woman on all my expeditions from now on.”

  “So where’s the next expedition?”

  “We’ll talk about that later. Much later.” He leaned over and kissed her again, sliding his hands down between her thighs.

  About the Author

  SABRINA DEVONSHIRE, an avid swimmer most of her life, can usually be found near or immersed in a body of water. If she’s not seeking an endorphin rush in a pool, lake or ocean, she’s often encouraging people to work out or writing a book or magazine article. She also loves travelling to off-the-beaten-path places. Peru and Belize are two of her favorites. Sabrina lives in southern Arizona with her husband, two children, and fluffy dog, Sugar. You can read blurbs, excerpts and more on Sabrina’s website at www.sabrinadevonshire.com

  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgements

  Preface

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  About the Author

  e Unseen