How in the world did this happen? One morning she gets a phone call out of nowhere. The hottest man on the planet tells her he’s coming to see her. They connect and have three days and nights of bliss. They fire up the physical plane with incredibly hot sex. They fall madly in love with each other. They want to hold each other tight through eternity. They want to ride the rails of love forever.
It really did seem too good to be true. Maybe it wasn’t true. Maybe this wasn’t real. Perhaps it was a twisted joke of some sort. Maybe this was some act of cruel deception being played upon her. Perhaps she was the subject of some sophisticated reality show. Maybe she was a star that was meant to shine bright before exploding in the night sky.
Perhaps some race of superior aliens was toying with her head. Maybe they had hijacked her emotions. Maybe they were pricking her heart with the needle of love until it was about to burst. Then they would watch in glee as they pulled the rug of reality out from under her. They would squirm in delight as her heart shattered into a million pieces. Then they would abandon their little morsel of entertainment and move on to the next one. She would be left behind drowning in devastation.
Or maybe this was of her own device. Maybe this was some sort of escape hatch from the prison of loneliness and despair. Just a few days ago she was on the edge of depression. She had given up all hope of love. Maybe she had invented all of this. Maybe her real life had become so tortured that she had manifested this fantasy of romance. Maybe her golden prince wasn’t real. Maybe Steven was just a past memory coming to the rescue.
Perhaps she should just blame it all on Joan Dixon. Maybe the obsession with her novels had come to a head. She had read every one of them at least five times. Maybe she should put down her pages of love and lust for a newspaper. Maybe she should replace all that joy and happiness with the dreariness of life. Maybe she needed a reality check.
Was it possible all this was her imagination running wild? Had she subconsciously placed herself into one of Joan’s novels? Had she so much wanted to feel the joy of love that she reinvented herself as one of Joan’s fictional characters?
Joan Dixon’s characters always got their man. They lived the dream. They lived in a world of love and lust and happily-ever-after. It was the prince and princess forever and ever.
That’s what Jena wanted. She wanted to drift away into the pages of a Joan Dixon romantic novel. She wished to come alive in the majestic words of the Queen—the indisputable renderer of romance. She wanted the great purveyor of passion to paint her into a novel and let her fly. She wanted to soar to the heavens and let her heart breathe in the love. She wanted Joan to rocket her into the realm of endless pleasure.
Jena wanted to become immortalized by her heroine Joan Dixon. She wanted the wondrous wordsmith of all that was romantic to take her away. She wanted to be a stamp of emotion and sensuality upon the world. She wished to ride the pages of passion and lust all the way to the happy end. She wanted to embark on a journey of which there was no return—the odyssey of true love.
Maybe that’s what was happening. Maybe she so wanted to be Alicia from Naked Emotion that she made up her own red hot lover. Maybe she was trying to become Christina in Heart of the Animal. Or maybe she was fantasizing that she was Jessica from Dirty Love.
Maybe her desire for true love had slipped into the realm of the mentally ill. Why should the girls from the novels be so lucky? Why couldn’t she be the lucky recipient of romance?
Apparently she had been so lucky. There was Steven standing right in front of her. He certainly appeared to be real. Jena reached out and touched his leg.
“Baby, are you okay,” asked Steven. “Are you still asleep?”
“Oh…yes, baby, I’m okay. I guess I was half asleep or dreaming or something.”
Steven reached down and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Did you want to meet for lunch today? I could meet you somewhere and bring something if you like.”
“Yes, that sounds really good,” replied Jena. She seemed to have snapped back. “Actually there’s a small park just across from my office. It’s easy to find. Would you like to meet there?”
“Sure,” said Steven. “What time?”
“How about one o’clock?”
“Alright, baby,” said Steven. “I’ve got to go to work.”
He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, Steven,” answered Jena. “Hey, baby…can I tell you something?”
“Of course,” said Steven. “What is it?”
Jena looked into his eyes. They shined with his energy.
“I love the way you make love to me. You do it with such emotion. You make me feel so good. Thank you.”
“That’s not me making love, baby,” said Steven. “That’s us making love. We’re one and the same.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Jena said softly. “But you sure make me feel good.”
Steven laughed. He kissed her again and turned around. As he walked out of the room she heard a last comment.
“The stars are winking at us, baby. Let ‘em shine down the love.”
Steven locked the door behind him as he left the apartment. His words still rang in her ears. The stars are winking at us, baby. Let ‘em shine down the love. Where had she heard them before?
Then she remembered. That was from one of Joan Dixon’s novels! It was a piece of her imagination. Yes, she remembered it well. It was from Heart of the Animal. When you read a book five times you become familiar with it to say the least.
Jena remembered exactly what part of the book it was in. It was early on in chapter six. Those were the words Christina heard when they camped in Colorado. It was just before their erotic lovemaking scene on the mountaintop. Sexy Justin whispered those words to Christina as they gazed into the night sky.
How did those same words come from Steven’s mouth? Could it be just a coincidence that they were Joan Dixon’s exact words? Were he and she on the same wavelength of creativity? Or maybe Stephen had read Heart of the Animal? After all he did take a glance at Naked Emotion.
Jena got up and walked over to her closet. She pushed over some hanging clothes and looked in the corner of the closet. That’s where she kept all of her books except the one she was currently reading.
There it was. Heart of the Animal was in the middle of the stack. It was stuck in between Dirty Love and a Jacqueline Kiss book, another favorite romance author. That was just where she had last placed it. So it was very doubtful that Steven had looked at it. There was no way he would be snooping around in her closet anyway. That definitely wasn’t his nature.
So if he hadn’t looked at the book, then how was it that he quoted Joan Dixon? How did it match word for word? Did it come from his imagination? If so then that was pretty freaky.
Maybe Steven had gotten another copy somewhere. Maybe Naked Emotion had piqued his interest in the talented author and he became curious. After all, he was a writer too. Perhaps he had searched out some more of her works. Maybe he had purchased a copy from the bookstore down the street.
Jena made a mental note to ask him about it. And there was something else she would ask him. When was he going to let her see some of his writing! Somehow this kept slipping by. And another thing—what was his other pen name and what type of writing was it! Sometimes it felt like pulling teeth trying to get this information out of him.
Chapter 27
Steven looked at his watch. It was exactly one o’ clock. And there she was strolling across the grass. There was his baby looking all sexy and hot.
Steven shook his head. Jena was really something else. She was truly amazing. Sometimes he couldn’t grasp the enormity of it all. Sometimes he felt this wasn’t really happening. It really did seem too good to be true. In the span of three days his whole life had changed. How in the hell did this happen?
Maybe a better question would be why it didn’t happen sooner. How could he have let twenty ye
ars slip by? Why in the world did he not pick up the phone years ago and call this magnificent woman? He could have been riding this high long ago. That was something on which he didn’t want to dwell. That was something that would surely make him crazy.
Steven had found the park easily. It was just as Jena had said. It was located diagonally opposite from her office. It was truly tiny. End to end it was barely bigger than a basketball court. Steven had picked a secluded area in the far corner of the park. It was a small clearing which included a picnic table. Other than the annoying buzz of a lawn maintenance crew it was perfect.
Steven could see her smile from here. He knew he was responsible for putting it there. Or maybe he should say they put it there. Actually it was much bigger than the both of them. Something else was guiding this ship. It was steering them into unknown waters. It was taking them where neither had ventured. They were riding the wind on the sails of love.
As she got closer he could see the sparkle in her eyes. There were those eyes that ripped into his soul. They were so bright and full of life. They unveiled the girl beneath the shadow. They conveyed her inner belief that everything was going to be okay. They were magnificent beacons of hope, truth and confidence. They were brilliant rays of emotional energy that traced back to her soul.
Jena’s eyes also revealed a longing for the touch. They exposed the wild girl within. They blazed a bright green trail of sensuality as they burned through space melting everything in their path. They were a declaration of her zest for love and life. They flushed the real Jena out in the open—the sexually charged bundle of emotion who wanted to make love to her man day and night. Hiding behind those sparkling green eyes was the sensual being that was Jena. She was a girl who wanted to experience life in totality, who wanted to live. That was his green-eyed hot baby. Yes it was.
Steven stood up. Her smile widened as she walked into his arms. They embraced each other. They held each other tight as their own special energy staked its claim on their hearts. Raw emotion enclosed them in a sticky web from which there was no escape. They were shielded from the world and all of its nonsense. It could spin and spin forever but it would never throw them from the wheel of love.
They would be one through eternity. An invisible force enveloped them. They couldn’t see it but they damn sure felt it. It was there and it was real. It was the power behind creation, the platform upon which the universe was seeded. It was a timeless presence, a dome of security that would weather the ages. There would be no abandonment during this life or the hereafter. Their souls were bound together by the hands of the creator. The essence that was Steven and Jena would protect them forever. They truly were one.
“Hey, baby,” Steven said softly. “I’ve been missing you this morning.”
Jena smiled. “I’m always missing you. Every moment we’re apart is pure torture. You’re all I think about these days.”
“It’s the same here, baby,” said Steven. “You’re in my head every second of every day.”
For a long moment they held each other tight. They could have stayed like that forever. Time was standing still as they took in the moment—as they took in each other.
Everything seemed perfect—excluding the lawn maintenance crew who kept creeping in closer and closer. Their mowers and blowers became more annoying with each passing second. There was nothing they could do but laugh at the situation.
“My God,” exclaimed Steven. “Why do they have to be so noisy? What is it with these guys? Are they getting paid by the decibel or something?”
Jena laughed as they broke their embrace. Steven always did have a unique sense of humor. It just added to his allure. It was part of his overall appeal that charmed her so. Jena found it incredibly sexy.
Then the noise suddenly stopped. Maybe they felt their energy. Or maybe they finally finished the job. Whatever the reason it didn’t matter. What did matter was that they quickly packed up their equipment and drove away.
The silence was truly golden. The park was all theirs. There wasn’t a soul around to intrude on their little party.
“Sit down, baby,” said Steven. “I know you’re hungry. I’ve got something for us.”
Jena watched as Steven opened up a large bag. He pulled out two enormous sandwiches and two bottles of water.
“I got these from right down the street. It’s a place called Classic Market. I actually ate a sandwich from there a couple of days ago. I thought it was great. I hope you like it.”
“Oh, I’m sure I will,” Jena quickly replied. “I’ve been going to that place for years. They make the best subs in southern California. Thank you so much, baby.”
“You’re welcome,” said Steven before leaning over and kissing her on the lips. “It’s the least I can do for you.”
Steven began unwrapping the sandwiches as Jena watched. Even the way he performed that simple task was sensual in nature. Was there anything about the man that didn’t turn her on?
“I’ve got us both a turkey and veggie sub,” said Steven. “I know you like good lean protein and lots of healthy vegetables. Maybe that’s what keeps you looking so damn sexy.”
Steven gave her a glance that warmed her from the inside out. It was so natural for him that he probably wasn’t even aware of it. But she sure as hell was. It was that sexy “wanting” look in his eyes that she had come to learn. It lasted only a fraction of a second, but the burn lingered forever. It tingled her heart and stirred her desire. Suddenly her appetite for food disappeared. Another appetite surfaced in roaring fashion. Spontaneity took over.
“Baby, I wanna do something,” said Jena softly. “Put the subs away for now.”
For a split second Steven didn’t know what she meant. Then he looked into her eyes. They were full of lust and want. This was his hot baby that he loved so. This was the hot stuff that set him on fire.
Jena stood up and looked around. No one was in sight.
“Move over here, baby,” she said. “Pull your pants down.”
Steven instantly became hard. This was an incredible turn-on! Yeah, his hot girl was full of surprises. She couldn’t control her lust long enough to even eat lunch! This was the kind of thing that turned him on bigtime. Knowing that she was out of control sent him over the edge too. It was a snowball of desire that fed on itself.
Jena removed her sweater and placed it on the picnic table.
“Sit on this, baby,” she said as she watched him unbuckle his trousers.
Jena slid his pants down to his ankles. Her eyes took in his already rock-hard penis.
Steven sat down on top of the table. He leaned back on his arms. He spread his legs as his cock plunged forward.
Jena pulled out the bench and sat down. Steven’s beautiful shaft was there right in front of her. She took one last look around the park. It was still empty. It was all theirs.
Jena took hold of him and stroked him one time. She could tell he was super turned-on. He was beautiful all hard like this. She took a long look at him and stroked him again. Oh, yeah…Steven baby…good hard cock…yeah, delicious cock all for me.
She leaned in and swiped over him with her tongue.
“Oh, yes, baby,” Steven said in a half groan. “Oh, God.”
Jena took his head into her mouth and sucked. She could already taste him. Cum drops were already rising through him. He was a horny baby today. Yes he was.
Steven echoed her thoughts. “Oh, baby, you’ve got me so fucking horny so quick. Damn, you turn me on.”
“Ummm, yes, you’re gonna cum quick for me, aren’t you baby?”
Steven watched as Jena wrapped her long tongue around him and slid it up. Then she looked up at him. Her eyes were hungry.
“Do it, baby. Cum for me quick. This is all for you.”
Steven knew she meant it. This was his hot baby getting off on her little bit of kinkiness. The thought of open sex in a public setting had them both on fire.
“Set your mind free,” said Jena. “Concentrate on noth
ing but the pleasure, baby. You’re gonna cum in my mouth and I’m gonna swallow you down. Shoot it, baby.”
Steven had never gotten so turned on so fast. Jena’s command to accept his pleasure went right to his brain. He let himself go as the pleasure rolled in. He would do exactly as she said. He would cum quick and hard and shoot it down her throat.
Jena had lubricated him with her saliva. She had covered him with the slippery wetness of her silky tongue. Steven watched as she reached under her skirt. He knew exactly what she was doing. She had her fingers inside herself loading them with her own hot juice. She pulled them back out and rubbed it onto his cock.
Jena gazed into his eyes. “Now you’re all good and wet and slippery. Now you cum for me, baby. Oh, yeah, doesn’t that feel good? Huh, baby?”
Jena then took a firm grip and began stroking him fast. With her other hand she cupped his balls. She gently massaged them with a sensual caress. Up and down she went on him. Her hand was delivering absolute total pleasure to the whole of his shaft. It slid from the base of his cock all the way up and over the sensitive head. There she would add an intense flurry of short strokes that were sending him to the edge. Add to that the nips of her sexy tongue and it was more than he could take.
“There you go, baby,” said Jena. “I know you want to explode. Do it, baby.”
Steven couldn’t believe it. It was nothing short of a sensual ambush. In less than a minute Jena had him ready to cum and cum hard. He watched as his baby worked him over. She was delivering pleasure like a porn star.
Steven could feel himself leaving his body as ecstasy took hold. Reality was slipping away into the realm of the animal. Nothing existed but this beautiful girl making love to his cock. Nothing mattered but the burning pleasure she was giving him.
Oh, yeah, Jena’s my private porn star that’s all mine. Yeah, she wants my cum. Yeah, she loves it. Yeah!
Jena began caressing his balls like she’d never done before. It was a constant gentle twitch of her hand that firmly cupped him. It was so damn pleasurable. It was if she were shaking them up and down and back and forth inside his sac. His balls were bouncing around inside a bubble of pleasure.
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