by Mika Jolie
As he approached the group, the other woman came to view. She smiled invitingly at him.
Shit. Rita. What the fuck was she doing here? Then he remembered she owned a flower shop.
“Hey,” he greeted them.
If looks could kill, he would have been torn into pieces based on the daggers from Claire and Keely’s stares.
Rita came forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Jason, good to see you again.”
“This is not the time, Rita.” He gently removed Rita’s hands from his body without looking away from Minka. “Come with me.” Desire echoed in his ears but he didn’t care. He wanted Minka to know it was her he craved.
Minka’s hazel eyes went to the other women, then back to him. He noticed her slight hesitation and worried Rita’s warm greeting had hurt her.
“I’m…” she stammered, glancing at the thin watch on her waist. “It’s…”
“She’ll be back in one hour,” he advised Keely, who crossed her arms over her chest. Her pretty face set in a dark storm, obviously not pleased with the disruption.
* * * *
The sight of Rita and Jason together sickened her stomach. Minka remained still and tried not to stare. It was obvious the two had been intimate.
Had Rita fallen for him too and been dumped after he became bored? Were they still intimate? It definitely appeared the two had unfinished business. Besides, she and Jason had never really drawn boundaries.
She stood frozen, all too aware of the thumping of her heart as he came to stand before her. He took her face in his hands and lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was too hot, too potent for an embrace in front of her sister and one of his lovers. It was also too hot and too intoxicating to fight. She surrendered to it, to him, to the unfulfilled woman inside of her.
“Let’s go,” he whispered against her lips. “I need you.”
The kiss. The words. The edginess in them. His face looked worn and she wanted to help him. Had to. All of that was too much for her and her guard plummeted. Everyone else ceased to exist. With a slight movement of her head, she gave him the okay to do with her as he pleased. A hint of a smile touched his lips; he took her hands in his and guided her to his Jeep.
They drove in silence. She had no idea where they were going and didn’t care. Minka tried to focus her attention on the scenery. The roads on The Vineyard were mostly single-lane with a bike path and adorned with tall, elegant trees. Under long lashes she stole a glance at his profile. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of aviator shades, his lean facial features hard and stoic. I need you. His words played back in her head, giving her goose bumps.
“Do you like?”
Startled, she focused her attention back on the scenery. Since being on the island, she had had limited opportunity to explore the different towns with the exception of Oak Bluffs. She made a mental note to block a day with her camera and explore.
Jason steered the Jeep along the continuously curving road, passing a small pond. Two girls stood laughing before jumping in the water. They resurfaced shortly after, still laughing and holding hands. Minka smiled. She thought of her relationship with her sister. A wall had been cast down between them. After their conversation last night, spending the day with her sister had been much easier. Perhaps they would never be as close as those two little girls seemed, but something was developing between them.
One hand reached and took hold of hers. She tried not to watch but turned anyway as he guided her hand to his lips. She waited for him to release the hold; it would have been easier to do so and less intimate, but he held on for the remainder of the drive.
She glanced around when he parked. With the exception of a lake and a lighthouse, the place was deserted. “Where are we?”
“I came here often after my mother died,” he explained, his eyes fixated on the calmness of the water.
She sat quietly next to him, letting the silence between them comfort him. Minka tried to focus her attention on the lighthouse, but couldn’t. She was sitting too close to him and felt the natural heat he projected. Slowly she turned to him. He ran his fingertips up her forearm, leaving a trail of goose bumps blooming in their wake.
“I love it here.” His voice no longer held the edginess from earlier. It warmed Minka.
She nodded in agreement but remained silent, enjoying the serenity the atmosphere offered.
“Come here.”
She looked at him harder. The man was serious. He wanted her to sit on his lap. She couldn’t even fathom how she was going to fit. “On your lap?”
He nodded.
“I can’t fit there.”
He shifted his seat back to allow her more room, then leaned forward. “What’s your excuse now?” he asked in a deep, husky voice.
She blinked.
He grinned. “I’ll make it worth your effort.”
Minka was only able to stare at him. She was sure she could come up with a million reasons why she shouldn’t try to squeeze herself between Jason and the steering wheel, but it didn’t look like he was going to buy any of them. She reached to open her door.
“I think it’s best if you stay in the car.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to make love to you right here in my Jeep.”
Her mouth fell open. He couldn’t possibly be serious. She sought him out. His blue eyes were the color of the Mediterranean. One look inside them, she felt she could swim about as deep as she wished.
“Jason, it’s broad daylight. People can see us.”
He shook his head. “We’ll be fine. Trust me. Besides, there’s no one here.”
She knew why they had driven there; he had sought solace in her. Yet, insecurities over her body crept in and there was the obvious—she was nothing but one of his conquests. Unable to shake off the self-doubt, she exhaled a heavy breath.
“And for the record, I’ve never had sex here with a woman,” he admitted.
Great, now he was a mind reader.
“I come here because I love the water, and to think.”
Minka wanted to believe him, but could she?
Men lied. Why should he be any different?
However, when she looked into his eyes, it was anguish she saw. His pain, as she had come to learn, was greater than hers. He suffered the unanticipated loss of his mother at a pivotal stage of life. When most people in their twenties were just starting to settle into adulthood, he had been forced to suddenly grow up. He told her he was meeting his father today. Minka guessed it wasn’t a productive meeting.
Many questions formed in her head. She wanted to know all the different layers that weaved together to make him who he was. Instead, she pushed up the skirt of her dress and maneuvered her body over and sat on his lap. She bumped her elbow as she did so but disregarded the slight twinge. His hands came to her thighs. He brushed the skirt of her dress farther up, exposing them. Their faces were so close she could taste him.
“My father seems to have another girlfriend.” His voice was dry, raspy, while his hands stroked her bare thighs. “She can’t be much older than me.”
The agony in his voice ripped through her. She reached and combed her fingers through his hair, wishing she could take away his pain. She remembered when he found her in Keely’s suite crying, the way he had held her until exhaustion had taken over. He had not asked any questions, but only offered a pair of listening ears. She wanted to provide him the same kind of comfort, the type of comfort in which he could lose himself and forget, if only for a short period of time.
“Make love to me.” She offered herself to him. “Right now.”
Minka barely finished the sentence before his lips crashed onto hers. His hands cupped her breasts over the thin silky material of the dress before fiddling in the back for the zipper.
“There’s no zipper.”
There was only one way to give him access and that was to remove the dress and stay in her skivvies. She broke their connection and reached for the dress b
ut he stopped her.
“Jason…” she started but stopped short at the ripping noise. Her bra now fully exposed, her eyes widened with shock. He had torn her dress. She opened her mouth to speak. To complain, scold him, to tell him how hot that was, but his hands and mouth were already on her breasts, sucking and nipping.
The desire to have him fill her intensified. “Jason.”
He shifted her thighs a little to unbutton and unzip his own pants and slid his briefs just enough to allow his flesh to rest against hers. Only the silk material of her panties separated them. The connection stunned her. She wanted more. “My panties, I need to…”
“We’ll accommodate,” he whispered, his voice rough against her neck.
She felt his hands on her lacy underwear and tore it aside. He stroked a thumb over her flesh, then plunged his fingers into her. And she lost it as he stroked her to the tip of her pyramid. The orgasm ripped through her and carried her high in the air. He held her quivering body for what seemed like eternity. She felt drowsy, shattered but still wanting more.
“You okay?”
His voice was soothing in her ears. She nodded.
“I still want to be inside you.”
She nodded again. With one arm around her to support her weight over him, he leaned over to the glove compartment and pulled out a condom. Minka tried to move, to give him room, but he held her steady with his free hand. He simply shifted her weight forward to slip the condom on, then lifted her bottom to place her over his hardness. Slowly he lowered her over him.
“Watch with me. I want to be deep inside you.”
Mesmerized, she followed and watched him disappear. The experience was erotic, sensual and staggering. She never thought she could want someone so much. Once he was fully buried inside her, connecting them, he started rocking.
“You have to ride me, baby,” he growled. “Don’t be shy. You can control this and fuck me. Here. Let me show you.” His hands came to her waist, guiding her back and forth over him.
Minka thought she was going to explode right then and there. He felt so good inside of her. He must have felt her muscles contracting for he looked at her and smiled.
“Just like that,” he whispered. “Let me know when you’re there and don’t close your eyes.”
Panting and out of breath, she nodded. He let out his usual chuckle. “Good girl. Increase the speed a little so you can come.”
His hands guided her into increasing the movement of her waist. He let out an exasperated sigh.
His teeth nipped her shoulder. His hands were everywhere on her body, her breasts, her thighs, leaving her senseless. “Jason, I’m…” She forgot what she wanted to say as her brain exploded. She pushed his hands away to increase the speed of her movement on him.
“Look with me, love.”
She watched as he moved in and out of her. She crushed her bottom on him, taking all of him inside of her. Filled to the max, she tumbled into an erotic space filled with sensation and pleasure.
Her body collapsed in his arms, her breathing ragged. One of his hands smoothed her hair, helping her to regain her sanity.
“I want more,” he whispered against her face. “Can you take more?”
She was drained, weak, shattered, physically exhausted. But, oh God, she wanted more. “Yes.”
He shifted inside of her and smiled with satisfaction before kissing her. “I’m going to push the seat back and roll you under me. I don’t want to come out of you.”
Minka could only nod. She wasn’t quite sure how he was going to make that possible since what he just described was against the law of physics. But, heck, she was already in broad daylight in her underwear so why not go for it?
True to his words, seconds later, she found herself under his hard body. He lifted her legs to settle one over the driver door and the other on the dashboard. “Yes, just like that. So sexy and beautiful.” His words, true or not, made Minka feel good.
Her fingers impatiently went to the buttons of his now-wrinkled shirt. She needed to feel his skin against hers. “Please.”
“Please what, Minka? Please fuck you?”
She stared at him, sweaty and flushed with desire. Words like that were not often used in her vocabulary, at least not during sex. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn’t going to do so until she said the words.
“Please fuck me.”
He dove into her. Hard and deep. And she screamed with pleasure. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, each stroke driving her deeper and deeper into madness. She felt him wince and realized she probably bruised him again. But, at that instant, she didn’t care. She wanted all of him insider her. She arched her back and tilted her waist against the leather seat.
“I need you deeper,” she begged, “harder.”
He moaned, grunted unfamiliar words in French then he was doing as she requested. He pumped deeper and harder inside of her, his breathing fast and short against her hair.
“Tonight we can last longer. I promise.”
She shook her head. She didn’t care about tonight or anything past this moment. He could last two minutes for all she cared and she would have been satisfied.
“Chérie, I can’t hold anymore.”
“I’m going to come again, Jason.”
“Perfect.”
His lips were against her ears as he moaned her name. She shivered with excitement. She liked the huskiness of his voice against her skin. Seconds later, their bodies were riding high before crashing together.
For a second, he lay on top of her, neither able to move. Her mind scattered. Minka didn’t quite understand what was happening. She didn’t have anything to go on, still she never imagined sex could be so mind-blowing. Everything about Jason was new to her.
“Jason.”
When he didn’t move, she nudged him lightly. Not that she wanted to. She liked the feel of him on top of her.
“Hmm.”
“I think I need to get back now.”
Slowly, he pulled his body away from her. She watched him as he removed the condom and pulled up his pants. He looked so relaxed, easy, and definitely not as affected as she was. A slight frown settled on her face. She needed to make sense of the situation.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she answered and turned her attention to her ripped dress.
“I’m sorry.”
She gave him a shaky smile. “It’s okay. I guess you gave me a reason to go shopping.”
Jason chuckled, reached over and grabbed a loose curl. “I’ll buy you a new dress. Here, take my jacket.” He reached over and placed the jacket over her shoulders. “You should check out of your hotel and stay with me while you’re here.”
A flush of adrenaline tingled through her. The words stunned her. Why was he asking her to come stay with him? Men liked Jason liked their space, their freedom to come and go as they pleased.
“I want everything from you while you’re here on The Vineyard.”
Minka knew her mouth was wide open in shock. And she probably looked like a cat getting ready to play in a yard filled with dogs. But who could blame her? He had shocked her with another request. He leaned his head against the cushion and exhaled. Minka continued to gape at him.
“That came out of nowhere,” he admitted with a smile. He reached over and pulled one of her loose curls. “Come stay with me.”
“I…my friend Lily is coming at the end of the week.”
“She’s part of the wedding?”
Minka shook her head. “No, I invited her for the weekend. She caught her fiancé cheating on her.”
He took her hand in his. “We’ll figure something out. But, you’re checking out tonight and coming home with me.”
She looked at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty. “I don’t want to intrude.”
“I want you with me, Minka. Do you want to be with me?”
She nodded then answered, “Yes.”
“Then it’s settled.” He reached to place o
ne final kiss on her lips before letting her slide back to the passenger seat. Jason switched the ignition back on. Usher’s voice blasted on the radio to the song U Got It Bad.
Chapter Thirteen
“The scale is not always right; don’t let it steal your moment.”
Anonymous
Minka stepped out of the Jeep feeling euphoric. Everything that just happened had been out of character. She knew her lips were still swollen from Jason’s kisses and her mascara was probably smeared, but she had never felt more alive.
He pulled her into his arms, once more quickly taking possession of her lips with surprising strength and wild unquenched desire. Once again, his reaction and attraction to her left her baffled.
She didn’t dwell on it. Enraptured by his touch, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tried her best to meet his passion because the fire inside of her was just as strong, if not greater. His body pressed her back against the door of the Jeep, forcing her to feel his hardness.
“There you are.” Blake’s voice registered somewhere in Minka’s mind. His voice carried a hint of amusement, an indication he was aware of what they have been up to. Her body stiffened in Jason’s arms.
“I’m not sure which one of you my soon-to-be-wife is going to kill first,” he continued while taking hurried steps toward them.
When he reached them, his warm brown eyes scanned her untamed curls, her swollen lips, where she could still feel Jason’s lips. His eyes rested on Jason’s jacket covering her ripped dress.
He knew.
“How’s my favorite girl doing?”
I’m not your favorite girl, my twin sister is.
Self-conscious, her hands clutched the front of the jacket. Minka lowered her head in order not to meet his eyes. As she did so, she noticed the easy smile on his lips, not a note of jealousy or envy on his handsome face. In fact, he looked amused as he looked back and forth between her and Jason.
Jason slid an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “Sorry, we…”
“Jason Charles Montgomery,” Keely called between clenched teeth, marching toward them. “I’m going to murder you.”