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

by Aven Jayce

A shiver runs from my chest to my toe, circling my distended clit on the way down. “Fuck, I’m so turned on.” My head rolls from side to side. “Touch me. Touch me everywhere.”

  His tongue speeds down to my tits, sucking them as his hands squeeze my shoulders, neck, stomach and hips, slinking all over my skin while his cock thrusts into me.

  “I’m... oh!” I cry out. “Quinn.” My jaw drops as we fuck faster. “Dear God!”

  He stops to savor the contractions engulfing his cock, joining me in heaving breaths and erotic bliss. I’m overwhelmed with a deafening pleasure and an uncontrollable outpouring of emotions.

  “I love you,” he whispers, sucking and tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth. My nerve endings are on fire. “I love you so much, Addie.”

  With his fingers under my chin, he steadies my head to admire the height of my orgasm.

  “I did this,” he says. “I gave you this.” He inches back and drives forward. “Feel me. Feel how big and hard my dick is... that’s all about you... I’m gonna cum now. I’m gonna cum for you.”

  The cot’s metal springs squeak in concert with our racing bodies. I grab his hips and raise my legs, locking my feet behind his back.

  “Fuck... Addie.” He kisses me and clutches the pillow, delivering all his energy and love into a vigorous fuck.

  His muscles are tense and words are muffled between panting breaths.

  “Cum for me.” My fingernails seize his chest. “Cum.”

  “Uh... fuck!”

  The smell of sex is heavy in the night air. Sweat drips down my neck... beads form on his abs... and our wet flesh merges as he cums.

  His face is frozen in a ravishing pose. He’s been stolen from me, lost in another world as his eyes close and his cock erupts.

  I wrap my arms around his heated body and put my nervous hand on the back of his head, guiding him closer to whisper in his ear.

  “I love you.”

  “Oh my God... what?”

  “I love you.”

  “Holy... fuck...” He pulls out and collapses next to me, fighting for air while becoming dazed in a wave of elation. “No one’s ever said that to me before.”

  “Not your ex?”

  “No way. Never.” His chest heaves with jagged breaths.

  “Well, I’ve never said it to anyone else.”

  “No shit?”

  “No shit.”

  His brows rise in shock, moments later a cute blush of embarrassment takes over... but then he swings into typical guy mode...

  With a raised chin and a confident grin, he says, “I already knew that.”

  “Fuck you.” I laugh and smack his chest, sending us both into playful touches as we connect for another loving kiss.

  “You okay?” he asks, slowly backing away.

  “With you? Yes, I’m great, with everything else, not so much. I’m confused and worried that someone will find me out here, but I guess I’m doing okay. This is it for a few days... or a week... or however long. There’s no place else I can think to go.”

  “You’ll be fine... we’ll be fine.” He rubs my arm and wraps his legs around mine, attempting to calm my fears. “It’s just a detour. It’s gonna take longer to get where we wanna go, but eventually we’ll arrive at that special place.”

  “I wish I knew where that was.”

  “Maybe it’s better not to know. It’ll be more of a surprise when we get there.”

  “Quinn?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, beautiful. I’m good... I’m damn happy we met.”

  He makes steady eye contact, following the outline of my lips with his soft finger. His dick’s staying erect, twitching between us while my clit’s still firing rhythmic pulsations to my heart and down my legs. It’s the most idyllic moment I’ve ever experienced.

  Romantic.

  Peaceful.

  Sweet.

  “Today I told an amazing man that I love him,” I say. “And now we live in a quiet burrow behind a whorehouse in the middle of the Adirondack Mountains.”

  He gets up to blow out the candle, his joyful smile vanishing when the room goes dark. “I’m crazy about you, Addie. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  His hands slide up my stomach then gently over my breasts, ending at my neck. He reclines next to me, cradling my face while tender kisses adorn my chin and mouth.

  “My life has completely changed because of you. And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I reply. “Jack, the cops, the pimp... no one’s gonna get us.”

  He leans back and swipes his thumb across my lips, exhaling a relaxed breath before whispering...

  “Welcome to our illusory world, my love. We’ll make it work.”

  “I know. I know we will.” I take his hand, placing it over my heart.

  “Together ‘til the end,” he says.

  “Together ‘til the end.”

  Last Words

  PREY (PRAY)

  There is a man

  In the cold dark night

  They call him the Rising SON

  He’s been the death of many a poor soul

  And you, oh God, could be one

  You shoulda listened

  To what your mother had said

  If you had, you’d be safe today

  But being so young and unwise, poor girl

  You let love

  Lead you... astray

  Adlyn, Quinn, Dylan, Roxanne, and Jack will be back this fall...

  Long Shot Love Duet Book 2

  November 2016

  Jack

  Jack Jameson is a character from Jameson Hotel. It’s not essential to read the Hotel series to enjoy the Long Shot Love Duet, but if you’d like to learn more about Jack before the second book is released, read the Jameson Hotel 6-part series—now available in a complete box set.

  The prologue is included on the following pages. Please note – Jameson Hotel is a dark erotic tale with a touch of humor.

  Jameson Hotel-Prologue

  EAGER FOR A CHANGE after losing custody of my son and half of my possessions in an epic and savage divorce battle, I sold my porn company, my house, and the remainder of my belongings to escape the shithole, dehydrated city of Las Vegas.

  I spent the next two years arguing with architects, and countless months trying to get the proper building permits until I was finally approved to have a hotel built on a piece of land between Carson City and Sacramento. It’s a three-story structure with a rustic log cabin exterior that melds with the landscape, and an interior that’s elegantly decked out, comprised of dark-toned walls and rich earthy hues in the carpets and wood floors. With high-end furnishings from the ground up, gold and red accents in the corridors, and fresh Mariposa lilies strategically arranged in every room, I’ve heard it referred to as luxurious and stately, similar to a manor house.

  Located just off Route 50, my hotel is burrowed in the high pines of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Replete with a remarkable view of Lake Tahoe, it’s a place for anyone in need of an escape from their polluted urban life of fast food, gadgets, car exhaust, and nine-hour days in front of a digital blue screen.

  I thought my time away from the porn industry and casinos might sway my ex-wife to lighten up about my visitation rights with my kid, Jack, who I never get to see. However, I’m beginning to realize that as the son of the former king of porn, Paul Jameson, a psychopath who ended up face down with a bullet through his head, his past will always be a part of my present. My ex-wife is fully aware of the disturbing life my father led, and now that we’re no longer together, she’s using it against me, keeping my son at a distance. She also believes I’m turning into a shielded, voyeuristic, mentally ill man just like he was, and she could very well be right. What she doesn’t understand is that I not only inherited part of my father’s estate, but his enemies as well, and I need to protect myself.

  Hiding behind every slot
machine back in Vegas and now in these tall mountain pines is someone who’s out to kill me. I don’t trust a soul. Even at six thousand feet, with only one long road in and out of my hotel, I know that someday, someone’s going to arrive and seek vengeance for my father’s fucked up behavior. I am a bit guarded.

  I have cameras around my entire property, in the lobby, restaurant, pool area, gym, laundry room, in all of the corridors, the executive suites, and even some of the standard-stay rooms. While I know I can’t legally observe and record my guests in their rooms, what they don’t know can’t hurt them. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a security issue and one I don’t take lightly, not after witnessing some of the shit that went down within my father’s porn company. And, I hate to admit this, but sometimes watching people screw in my hotel hardens my dick.

  People traveling through these parts are mostly vacationers hitting the ski slopes during the winter or hiking and boating during the summer. They’re looking for a serene setting, to inhale the mountain air, and to put their four hundred dollar a night bed to good use—fucking like wild beasts every chance they get. With all the cameras in and around this place I can catch some cock getting sucked or a pussy getting eaten out and poked virtually any time of the night or day. And the best part is it’s goddamn real, not a bunch of worn-out porn stars getting paid to unconsciously perform. It’s fucking hot. Shit, even the baggy old asshats that wander into my hotel get it on with their K-Y Jelly for at least one night during their stay.

  I’ve also caught my staff screwing around on their breaks. Housekeeping, restaurant workers, the doormen and baggage handlers, my maintenance and grounds crew, every damn one of them have banged someone at least once in this hotel, mainly one another, but sometimes the guests. The chief badass offenders are my pool boys; three guys who are fresh out of high school and at eighteen their dicks are hard 24/7.

  I may need to change the name of my place from Jameson Hotel to Brothel in the Pines and, in all honesty, I’m just as guilty as the rest of the whorish men and women who hang around here. For Pete’s sake, I’m not going to live my life without pussy.

  And just to be clear, I also don’t take shit from anyone. People who fuck with me never check out. Lake Tahoe is the third deepest lake in the United States with an average depth of a thousand feet. If some swine finds himself sinking to the bottom with a concrete block tied around his chest it’s because he was a threat to someone I care about, in which case he’s never going to be found. Trust me on that one.

  I’m Mark Jameson.

  Oh, and welcome to my hotel.

  About Aven

  Aven Jayce received her MFA from the University of Colorado at Boulder. She was a college professor for seven years before resigning to write full-time. She now enjoys life as an eccentric loner—similar to some of the characters in her books.

  Her favorite reads are psychological suspense novels and stories with damaged, nonlinear characters. Guilty pleasures include practical cars, complicated problems, American historical novels, orange chocolate, and anything Betsey Johnson.

  Aven Jayce Novels:

  The NOVA Trilogy

  Fallen Snow (Book One)

  Desert Star (Book Two)

  Sunset Rush (Book Three)

  The Dark Scarlett - A continuation of NOVA

  Jameson Hotel Series (Parts 1–6)

  The Land of Rabbits (Long Shot Love Duet #1)

  Divine

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