The Land of Rabbits: Long Shot Love Duet (Book One)

by Aven Jayce

  He kisses me, a piece of purplish fruit sliding from his mouth to mine, juicy and sweet. He pops another in his mouth then bites one in half, sticking the pulpy side to the tip of his dick.

  “While we’re waiting for you...” He looks down and raises a brow for me to come and play.

  “With pleasure,” I say in a sexy voice, inching toward his twitching cock. I steal the grape from his head, holding it between my teeth before running the ripe pulp down his length. I put another in my mouth, squeezing the juice and coating his dick from top to bottom.

  “Nice,” he says, reclining to his elbows. “Titillating, homemade grape lube. That must taste good.”

  I grab his dick and give it a long, wet lick, stopping at the tip, happy to see him biting his bottom lip, excited for more.

  “Delicious.”

  He’s provoked with a flick over his crown, a quick circle, and a light smack to his balls.

  “Uh!” He falls back and stares at the ceiling. “Suck it,” he says.

  “Beg.”

  “What?” He looks back up. “Beg? No, suck it.”

  “Beg.”

  “Never... just do it.”

  He fidgets and I laugh.

  “You’re evil,” he says. “I love it. Now give me head.”

  “You’re such a guy.”

  “That’s ri— uh!”

  I take his entire cock deep inside my mouth, hitting the back of my throat while my tongue flutters along his engorged flesh, swiping a throbbing vein on my way out. I do it again, and he clutches my hair, a third time, and he kicks his feet.

  “Good?”

  “Not enough.”

  “Beg.”

  “No way. I’m your man and you have to suck it,” he teases.

  “Quinn?”

  “Yeah, beautiful.”

  “Look at me.”

  He rises, stopping an inch from my face. His warm breath entering my mouth as we kiss. I rest my hands on his chest, pausing with a turn of my head until he’s paying close attention.

  “Get ready, because I’m going to do nasty, nasty things to you. When I finish, you’ll be cross-eyed.” I shove him to the bed and he smiles, covering his chest with one arm and placing the other behind his head.

  “Shit, then do them.”

  My fingers slither down his abs to his balls, taking a leisure walk up his shaft to the end. “I’ll start by wrapping my hands and tongue around your cock, then my pussy will be around you next.”

  “Mmm.”

  I take a grape and pretend to insert it in his ass, putting my pinky finger in instead, and twisting it on the way out.

  “Jesus, that’s not what you said...” He starts to sit up and I push him back. “I hope you can get that out.”

  “Silence,” I scold, holding the grape in the air.

  “Fuck.”

  “No fucking. You have to wait.” I play, enjoying his laughter.

  “I never have fun like this. It’s terrific.”

  I cover him with the sheet and disappear underneath, lowering to his erection. I’m frisky and open with him, not ashamed of my chest or bothered that we haven’t showered. I just want to be with him, no matter what.

  “That’s good... fuck, that’s good.” His stomach muscles tighten and a quick burst of air rushes from his mouth. I snake my way up his wide length as he rakes his hand through my hair, guiding me to take him in—deeper and deeper he wants me—his dick barely fitting inside my mouth. My jaw starts to ache and his massive size gags me with every dip of my head.

  He’s excited, shifting his hips as I draw his skin upward with my constricted mouth.

  “I’m so lucky,” he whispers.

  “Not yet, but you will be.” I go lower and take his balls in my mouth, sucking them while stroking his slick cock in my hand.

  “Hell, I can’t handle this.”

  He pulls back the sheet and hauls me close, kissing and caressing my breasts while nudging between my legs.

  “I want to taste your cum,” I say. “I’m not finished.”

  “That’s fucking incredible, but I’m not losing control.”

  “I’ll go slow.” I lower my head and he pulls me back up.

  “Addie.” His lips are swollen in arousal, glistening in the dim light. “I’m gonna make you mine tonight. I’m dominating. I’m gonna fuck you. Not in an hour. Not in a few minutes. Right fucking now.”

  His eyes narrow as he brushes his cock over my opening, pushing into me, slowly, until I’m completely stretched and filled with him.

  “God, that’s exactly what I need.”

  “I said you were in trouble and I meant it.”

  He grips my neck and rises over top of me with a quick thrust.

  “Jesus, you’re so tight.” His dick drives hard as his heated words and erratic breaths erupt into the room. He doesn’t hold back, securing my wrists and giving me an extraordinary fuck.

  “I know you love it when I fuck your tight pussy... you’re so ready to cum for me again. I can feel it.”

  I’m flipped on my stomach and taken from behind, his two fingers rubbing my clit.

  “You’re gonna cum and scream for me. Call out my name.”

  “Yes!”

  “Say it.” He grabs my hair and yanks it back. “Say it.”

  “Quinn!”

  “That’s my girl... I know you can’t wait. Call out my name when you cum.”

  The covers entwine with our legs as he rides over me, the bed moving with each thrust, his cock gaining fierce speed.

  “I never thought it’d be like this... keep talking,” I demand.

  “Tell me you love this sort of play.”

  “I do. I love it.”

  “Say my name again.”

  “Quinn!”

  “Fuck, I need you. I want to be inside you every day. Every fucking day.”

  My head turns and our lips meet, our venomous tongues twisting poisonous love into each other’s mouths.

  His body slides brutishly over mine—my neck, ears, and shoulders grabbed and bitten—his back grazed when I try to reach him.

  “That wet pussy of yours needs to cum again.” He replaces his fingers over my clit with my own, hoping I’ll get off. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. I wish you could see your face when you cum.”

  “I want to see yours,” I plead.

  He brings my leg up and lets me roll onto my back, both of us moaning when my pussy rotates on his cock.

  “That’s better.” I reposition my fingers on my clit as his mammoth dick continues to fill me.

  “Fuck.” He bites my lip, rocking quickly into me before taking a slow lunge... and another. “I’m gonna cum.”

  “I’m close, too. So close.”

  His cock stops at my opening, then rushes back in. He exhales and does it again, gliding partway out and springing forward in a quick assault, again and again, until I grab the back of his neck and say, “Don’t stop... I’m cumming!”

  His body surges while his hefty cock explodes from my words. “Fuck,” he says in a gnarled voice. “Fuck... I’m gonna cum.”

  He’s in the same intense moment... his feet curling and his warm cum spreading inside my body.

  “I’m...” My head rises. “Oh, Quinn!” Every muscle in my body constricts. “Quinn!” I snap back and paw his chest. “Dear God.”

  It’s unreal, my clit igniting into indescribable sensations, an orgasm so powerful the room spins.

  He drops to the mattress, unable to move or speak. And I’m in the same state, trying to catch my breath while my clit thumps under my fingers.

  After my heart slows, I glance at him with a satisfied grin.

  “That was incredible.” I exhale. “So fucking incredible.”

  “You look gorgeous. Your face is glowing like it’s on fire.”

  He brushes my cheek and moves the hair that’s stuck to my sweaty face out of the way, leaning
in for a soft kiss.

  I smile at his romantic gesture, resting quietly in his arms, feeling safe and in higher spirits.

  “Addie... I think I’m falling in love with you,” he whispers. “I... I know I am. I can’t believe it.”

  I move back and he presses one finger over my lips to hush me.

  “Don’t. I don’t want to know... just let me say it... all I ever wanted was to find someone like you. I didn’t think it would happen, but it has. I’ve met a woman who’s strong and loyal, playful and smart, and someone who I think loves me back, flat out for who I am. Our lives are turned upside down, but being here with you seems so fucking perfect.”

  He lowers his finger and appears uncomfortable that he opened up.

  “Shit, say something funny to clear the sappiness out of the air. Help me forget I just sounded like a total pussy.”

  “No problem.” I clear my throat, swallowing hard from his passionate words. “You ready?”

  He nods and finds a runaway grape on the mattress, popping it in his mouth with a grin before leaning on his elbow.

  “You see, Quinn, my first fuck was in my childhood bedroom and it sucked,” we say the last part in unison and laugh. “My second...” I continue. “My second time was in a tent with a homeless guy I was starting to fall for, and I loved every damn minute of it. It was incredible. And my third time was on a kitchen counter. It turned out to be a wild and crazy bang. I couldn’t have asked for a better quickie...”

  He gives me a warm kiss and asks, “And the fourth?”

  “The fourth... the fourth time was in a whorehouse with a man who’s stolen my heart... and being with him in this moment is so fucking perfect.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  MORNING

  LIFE WAS PERFECT, at least in that moment. We had disappeared for one night, slept soundly in each other’s arms, showered together in the morning, shared teasing kisses, and were about to have another great fuck—when the fair-haired, blue-eyed Jack Jameson walked into the suite and said...

  “Get your goddamn asses out to breakfast. You’re late. I hate this sorta shit. Don’t dis me unless you want your heads split open with an ax.”

  Well, okay then.

  The guy comes across as a rich-kid-lunatic, and he’s taking his bad mood out on us. Or maybe we’re the reason for his mood, either way, it sucks sitting next to him on the outdoor patio.

  “Here ya go.” Quinn sets a plate of pancakes and a carafe of coffee on the iron table. He takes the seat next to me, both of us glowing from such a great night.

  Jack, on the other hand, looks pale.

  He stares at us from the opposite side of the table, using a fork to scratch his chin, ending up with four red marks on his skin.

  His expensive grey dress shirt and dark jeans, gold watch and three gold rings, and a gun in a shoulder holster, all come together to give him the appearance of a gangster—either that or a gun-toting politician. And I still can’t believe how young he looks. He’s not much older than me. Can’t be.

  “How’d you come to own Afterglow Retreats?” I ask.

  “We’re not talking yet. Hold up until I’m ready.” He sips his coffee and reads the news on his cell, responding to texts as they come in.

  “Doing okay?” Quinn whispers, taking a bite of pancake.

  “After last night?” I smile. “Much. I can’t wait to spend more time together. What do we have to do today? Is there a work schedule?”

  “It looks like the grounds were taken care of yesterday... I’d say the windows and the floors.”

  “It’s so quiet.”

  “Give it two days.”

  “Can you shut up for a sec?” Jack asks, putting his giant feet on the table, an inch away from my food. His black oxfords jerk as he leans back and tucks his chin to continue reading.

  I try to ignore him, drinking my coffee and enjoying the scent of my clean skin with each lift of my cup—a mix of almond soap and pear shampoo from this morning’s shower. The fragrances mingle with the pool’s chlorine and the fresh-cut grass, along with Quinn’s manly aftershave, our breakfast, and the pines. It’s olfactory overload, but also soothing, considering I’ve been coated in the pungent odors of sweat, dirt, and blood these past few days.

  “I thought you wanted to talk.” Quinn says, anxious to hear what he wants. “Can you fucking read that later? Or at least let us talk while we’re waiting.”

  Jack’s distracted by two men walking outside, each holding a plate of food and a drink. They nod, but he ignores them, shifting in his chair to make sure everyone has an unobstructed view of his gun.

  I swear, a man who only knows how to exert power by using a weapon has major insecurities. Trent pulls the same stunts. Fucking grow some balls and be in command with words, or make it a fair fight by using your fists.

  I’m on edge about weapons after having to use the blade at the river, and his being four feet away reminds me of how fucked up everything is... I wish I could skip two months, three months, four months ahead to see what the hell’s gonna happen.

  “What type of knife did you use?” Jack peers over his cell with a stupid smile like he can read my mind. “That woman found in the Hudson was stabbed. Not once, either.”

  “I don’t—”

  “Yeah, yeah, you don’t know anything about her.” His feet drop to the ground and he mumbles, piercing a pancake and dragging it to his plate. He responds to another text, looking at me then at the cell, then at me, and the cell... wait, holy shit.

  “Hey, that’s my cell! Who are you texting?” I reach out, getting my wrist grabbed and twisted. My arm and shoulder hit the table, the cell dropping and the gun out the second Quinn stands.

  “Sit down,” Jack says. “Don’t be a dumbass. We’re just chillin’ this morning.”

  “Let her go.”

  “Sit. Your. Ass. Down.”

  The gun points, Quinn lowers, and I’m released. I rub my wrist, giving him a dirty look.

  “Call your aunt.” He places the cell in front of me, spinning it like a top. “And stop fucking lying to me.”

  I have twenty missed calls from Nadine and a pile of voicemails. And this asshole next to me was pretending to be me, texting her back and forth. Fucker.

  Addie answer your dang cell!

  Sorry... poor signal... 1 bar.

  Pick up!

  I’m cool... what’s up?

  Cool? What happened at the river!!!

  U tell me.

  What? Is that why you left?

  Hold up.

  Hold what? Call me RIGHT NOW!

  “I said call her. Make it short and sweet.”

  “What makes you think she’s my aunt?”

  The cell rings and the screen flashes Nadine’s name. Not Aunt Nadine, just Nadine.

  “Pick up. She’s not gonna stop ‘til you do.”

  “I need time to think about—”

  “Answer the goddamn phone!” he shouts, waving the gun like a loon.

  The men a few tables away are whispering as they watch the show, and Trent just stepped outside, lighting a cigarette as he observes from a distance.

  “Hello?”

  “What the hell’s going on?” Nadine attacks with an urgent tone in her voice. “There was an article in the paper this morning about a body found close to where you said that camp was.”

  “Oh.”

  “Oh? Did you say, oh? Adlyn! Did you see something? Is that why you took off?”

  “No.”

  “That’s it, a one-word answer? What’s going on? You’re not picking up your cell. You’re avoiding me for some reason... I’m coming up there.”

  “I’ll leave and you won’t find me.”

  “What?” She gasps. “Why? Why would you do that?” She speaks fast, lost by my words. “Oh my God, you saw what happened. Are you hiding? Are you running away?”

  “No, there’s just no reason for you to c
ome up here. You’re acting foolish and putting pieces of a puzzle together that don’t fit.”

  “If I find out—”

  “You won’t.”

  She stops for a moment, and I hear the TV flipping through news channels on her end. Quinn takes my hand and positions his chair closer to mine for support, while Jack takes another bite of pancake, signaling me to wrap up the conversation.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow. I’m fine... I’ve gotta get off the phone and get to work.”

  She remains quiet, still flipping through channels.

  “Why don’t you believe me?” I prod for an answer.

  “Because, I’m fully aware of all those times you lied to your mom.”

  “What?”

  “She used to call me every week complaining that you never told her the truth, you defied her left and right. She was at her wits’ end with your constant fibbing that last year.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “It is true and you know it. You lied to her about everything. Admit it. Admit that you’re lying now!”

  Quinn flinches when he hears her screaming through the cell. I hold it away from my ear and wait for the line to be silent before saying anything else. I can’t talk over her... it will only escalate if I try.

  “Put it on speaker,” Jack requests with a firm grip on his gun.

  I sigh and press the button, setting the cell on the table.

  “Nadine...” My fork twists between my fingers, producing glints of sunlight with each turn. “You’re making me sound like a monster. My mom loved me.”

  “I never said she didn’t. I said she was troubled by your lack of honesty, and I am too. Did you know she used to follow you?”

  “I knew,” I mutter.

  “Every place you said you were going turned out to be a lie.”

  “They weren’t lies!” I lose control, tightening my lips before I embarrass myself. “They weren’t,” I say softly. “Stop doing this. My mom must’ve exaggerated all that stuff to you. It wasn’t that bad. I was eighteen and wanted privacy, okay? That’s not unusual. It’s supposed to happen. It’s called rebelling against your parents. I’m sure you did it. All kids do... I wasn’t gonna say I was going to a party to get drunk. Fuck, this is so wrong. Stop comparing my past to this situation. Why do our conversations always have to turn out this way?”