Jill couldn’t refuse the sexy wink he threw in after that. Leaning in, she took a large bite, so large she had trouble managing it all in her mouth. “Mmm, that’s very nice. Okay, fucking amazing, actually,” she said, grabbing the rest of it from Ion. “Do you mind if I…” she said, pointing at the pastry.
Ion laughed, tapping the steering wheel. “Not at all. I love a woman with an appetite.” Jill gave him a thumbs-up and proceeded to inhale the sweet treat.
“That was delicious. Your yaya can bake. My mom was completely incompetent in the kitchen, but she tried. Everything was just a pot of mushy soup. Lasagna soup might be the most memorable.”
“That sounds gross.” Ion turned on the radio.
Looking out the window, Jill gasped. Plumes of smoke drifted from the engine. “Oh shit, there’s smoke!”
Already pulling off into a gas station, Ion moved into a parking spot as far away from the gas pumps as possible. “Shitty timing,” he said.
Unbuckling and hiking her skirt down as much as she could, Jill opened the door and hopped out. “Don’t worry. I got this. My dad’s a weekend mechanic, so I grew up in garages and around cars.”
…
The fact that she knew about cars put his engine into overdrive, and he was staring down at its effects right now.
Goddamn, his cock was so hard.
Jill bent over the hood of the van in her skirt was enough to drive any man or woman wild.
“All done,” she said, slamming down the hood of the van. “I’m going to run to the bathroom to wash this grease off.” She lifted her cute little hands up in the air. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and get us some snacks?” She smacked his butt as she walked past him toward the gas station bathroom.
“Snacks, right. On it,” Ion said when all he wanted to do was snack on her. No bag of chips or gummy worms could compare to that kind of awesome.
Ion jogged into the gas station, grabbed a few items, then made his way back to the medi-van, when he stopped midtrack, circled on his heel, and slowly walked his way toward the gas washroom.
She was in there.
He could be in there.
They could be in there together.
Knocking on the door quietly as he didn’t want her to be startled and think some pervert was trying to get in—well, there was, but he was a good pervert, the non-pervy kind of pervert.
“Jill…” he said quietly, rapping the tips of his fingers on the metal door. “Are you…decent?” He pushed his forehead against the cool metal, hand on the doorknob, bag of snacks in his other hand.
All he heard was a loud laugh from inside.
“Decent? Who the hell says that, Ion. Can you not give a girl some privacy? What do you want?”
He heard the lock button pop from inside. An invitation to enter? Because that’s exactly what he wanted, needed. “You. I want you.”
There wasn’t any more laughter, only the sound of the metal door screeching against the concrete floor as Jill opened it enough for him to slip through. She stood before him, leaning against the porcelain sink, desire written all over her face.
“Not here, in the van,” he said, placing his hands on her hips, leading her out of the dirty gas station bathroom to the van. Her hips were curvy and full, and he was going to love the feel of them naked in his hands as he thrusted in and out of her.
In the back of the van, they sat next to each other. Ion felt the hem of her skirt, skimming his fingers across the edge, then slowly raised it past her ass. It was a sight to behold, full and luscious. He left the miniskirt and placed his hands on her ass cheeks, smoothing his palms across her skin, skin that was so ridiculously soft. Leaning down to crouch on the floorboard, he knelt before her ass, taking it in as he continued to rub it. His hands moved to her sides, and he traced a finger down each leg, carelessly, effortlessly. He felt her shiver and moan ever so softly.
Moving his left hand to the split of her legs, Jill understood, because she immediately parted for him. He plunged one finger inside her soft folds and found a warm, slick heat that had been building all day. They clearly had the love/hate thing going on, and right now he was about to love her up and make her cum for the second time.
“Ion—”
“Shh, I know, babe. Let me do this,” he said and started moving his finger inside of her, then added another two, which had Jill lean forward even more so he could have better access. Gripping her right hip, he picked up the rhythm of his fingers as they curled and teased inside her. She was so wet. It was time to taste and get the full Jill immersion experience.
Ion brought his head in close and enjoyed the scent of her, her female aroma that tore at something primal within him. His dick was so hard it ached. And he enjoyed it, feeling the need build within him, the pulsing throb that beat like a tiny drum, reminding him how much he was going to enjoy fucking this woman. His face between her thighs, that sacred space men longed for and were deliriously happy with when they got it, he flicked his tongue out gingerly and started tracing the outside of her pussy. She tasted slightly salty mixed with vanilla. His salted caramel vanilla cupcake.
Happy birthday to me.
He let his tongue roam where it felt like going, and it was driving Jill wild. She reached a hand back and had placed it on his shoulder, nails digging in deep.
“Okay, babe, you’ve waited long enough.” And with that he pushed his tongue in deep within her while his index finger still flicked against her walls, his thumb rubbing at her clit. Jill’s breathing was audible, broken.
“You like this, don’t you. Me finger-fucking you, kneeling before you. I want to hear you say it out loud. Tell me how it feels,” said Ion.
Jill lifted herself up a bit, resting an elbow on the edge of a lift in the back of the van, looking Ion dead in the eyes. “It feels amazing having your fingers inside me. I’m wet and wildly turned on…and I want to feel more. Fuck me, Ion.”
Oh, how he planned on it. This woman was an unexpected pleasure, and he wanted to savor every inch of her luscious body. He leaned in farther again for the nectar he needed to drink, his tongue flicking at her entry, grabbing the small piece of flesh dangling from her pussy and softly rolling it across his tongue.
She whispered yes, yes over and over again as her nails dug into his back. Feeling the soft pain made him feel more alive. A little pain, a little pleasure. A moment later, he was standing up, still behind her, his cock pushing against her ass, the warmth of it making his dick twitch ever so slightly.
“Turn and face me,” Ion said, grabbing a fistful of her soft, blond hair and lacing his fingers in it. The look on her face was pure ecstasy, and it pleased him to know she was enjoying this as much as he was.
When she did, he brought her face to within an inch of his, where he stared at her another moment and then brought his mouth down hard on hers. Her lips were soft and tasted like bubble gum. Their tongues met each other greedily, dancing and teasing, which filled him with a fierce need.
Looking down at her beautiful ass, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the van’s wall, pulling her arms over her head, where he pinned her wrists under the weight of his palms. The tiny whimper Jill let out only fueled his desire and made his dick grow harder. It was the pain he loved, enjoyed the most. The heightened sense of arousal edging brought was the high he kept chasing until he finally let himself cum.
Grabbing one of her legs, he pulled it up to rest on his hip, and she moved it to the top of his shoulder. Hot damn, she was flexible.
“Twelve years of gymnastics, five of Pilates,” she whispered in his ear, a soft giggle punctuating the end of the statement.
Ion gingerly fingered into her wetness, fired by the knowledge that it was him she was turned on for. This could only be temporary, obviously. Different worlds, different countries. Nothing about this made sense or could be anything beyond these few hours, but he’d savor every minute they had.
Dragging two fingers along the soft edg
e of her pussy, he thrusted inside her hard and deep, finding the warm spot he needed and sinking in deeper, it was so slick.
She literally buckled from desire. “I got you, babe,” he said, lifting her up a bit. “Give in to it.” Keeping pace with her noises, he moved faster inside her as her breathing picked up and the moans became cries.
Chapter Five
“This looks pretty gross,” said Jill without hesitation, staring down at the plate of fries smothered in beef gravy and topped with what she was told was “curd” cheese. “What did you call this mess on a plate again?”
Ion leaned across the table dramatically, covering Jill’s mouth with his hand. It tasted salty, like sex, and she had a half a mind to lick it clean right there in the restaurant, never minding who’d watch.
“We call it poutine, and we love it, consider it a Canadian point of pride,” he said, feigning indignation as he placed a hand on his heart. “Your insults wound me. Just try it. You’ll find you develop a taste for it…kind of how you did with me.”
Jill rolled her eyes but picked up her fork and scooped up a tiny fry onto the prongs. Ion shook his head vigorously.
“You need a heftier sampling than that, and it has to have all three elements for the full experience. Let me,” he said, grabbing the fork from her, scooping up three fries covered in gravy and a few of those white things they called cheese up here.
Canada was a bit stranger than Jill had anticipated. But part of her was enjoying its quirkiness. She’d experienced the wilds of the forest, met a Greek Canadian god, though he was infuriating—but less so now—she was on a road trip chasing after a student she was supposed to be teaching, not tailing…
She hadn’t had this much fun in years.
Now there was a fork dangling in front of her face, and a beautiful man she really had no chance of a future with staring at her imploringly…
“Open.”
And she did.
“Now take it all in and let the food coat your tongue…and tell me what you think,” said Ion, looking quite pleased with himself.
Jill grabbed the fork and swiped the food into her mouth. And chewed. And then pulled the plate of fries so they were positioned in front of her fully. “Mine,” she said between large forkfuls. “This is good. You are onto something here.”
All Ion could do was laugh. “I told you. This may not be L.A., but we have some great things here.”
Yeah, you’re one of them, thought Jill.
“Speaking of here—where are we?” Jill looked around the room as though it would somehow help her figure it out. “It’s actually packed in here. We’re in the middle of nowhere, and yet…” she said, lifting her arms to wave her hands across the air.
“Gravenhurst.”
Wiping her mouth with a napkin, a mouth stuffed full of delicious poutine, Jill leaned into the red plastic booth seat, the material sticking to her thighs. “Muskoka…hot damn. I think that’s where Tom Hanks and Kate Hudson have cottages.”
“Of course you’d be into the celebrity thing,” Ion said, flagging down the waitress for the bill. “What does it matter who visits here?” Ion slipped his debit card into the machine the waitress had brought over.
Jill got up from the booth, smoothing down her miniskirt. “Looks like I hit a nerve. Sorry, didn’t mean to come off like that.”
“Let’s go. Decker’s mom texted me just now. I was right. He’s fine, and she’s taking him downtown to see his favorite YouTuber. His mom is a piece of work, lying for that kid all the time. Anyway.” Ion huffed out a loud breath.
They made their way from the restaurant back to the van. Opening the doors, they felt the heat of a hot, humid August day pouring out from it.
“I forgot to leave the windows down. Sorry. You might want to cover the seat with a blanket from the back. That leather gets hot in the sun, and your legs will stick. It’ll hurt,” Ion said. He yanked open the side door and grabbed a fleece blanket, then draped it across Jill’s seat. “There. That’ll keep those legs protected.”
“Thanks. That’s sweet of you,” said Jill, hopping onto her seat and buckling up. “So where to now, then? Do we head back to the forest, or are we onward to Toronto still?”
Ion fired up the van and cranked the air conditioning. Pulling out of the driveway and onto the highway, he grabbed his sunglasses from the glove compartment, then turned to Jill. “Well, I know he’s not hurt and not at a hospital, so there’s no point in us going to the city. And,” he said, turning to her slightly, tapping her knee with his index finger, “this is my last day on this set. I was filling in for a friend whose wife just had their third baby. But this is his gig, and he’s coming back to join the crew tomorrow, so you’ll be working with him. I’m off to another set on Front Street, downtown. They film a popular TV show there, lots of suits, one of my regular clients.”
Jill grabbed Ion’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “And just when I was starting to warm up to you. Anyway, probably a good thing, because this intense and completely unexpected sexual chemistry we seem to have developed would only get in the way of us working together…so, for the best,” she said, looking out the window. “It really is so beautiful here.”
Ion pulled his hand away and turned the radio volume down. “Listen, we have the rest of today and some of tonight. How ’bout I get you back by morning. Decker will be back by noon tomorrow, so as long as we get you on set before then, you’re good.”
Jill turned to him, resting her arm on the console separating them.
Pulling over abruptly to the side of the road, Ion put the van in park, and then took Jill’s face between the palms of his hands, softly caressing one cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I want to spend today with you. Spend this time with me. Sometimes all we get in life are moments, with no idea what the future holds.” He dropped a soft kiss to her nose.
“Canadian boy is a poet, too. You know, I promised my best friend no boys for the next few weeks while I’m away, camaraderie and all that.” When Ion looked at her, confused, she added, “Her anal-retentive boyfriend dumped her, and she’s in mourning, so as a way of solidarity I told her no boys for either of us, a boy break, if you will. And things were going spectacularly well until my vagina decided it had other ideas and declared it was hot for you.”
“Let’s explore this your-vagina-is-hot-for-me thing more. There’s a farmer’s market not too far from here. We’ll grab some fruit and drinks and then head to a private spot I know with a bit of sand and water we can actually swim in. I have blankets and pillows in the back—”
Jill crawled across the seats and awkwardly placed herself in Ion’s lap. “Mmm, hello there. I see your cock has had this idea for some time,” she said, gently stroking it through his cargo shorts. “You had me at farmer’s market,” she whispered in his ear, then nipped at his lobe. Looking down at her watch, she sighed. “We have seventeen hours until we turn into pumpkins. And you will come by then. Don’t think I haven’t noticed what you’re doing,” she said.
“I—” Ion started to say, but was stopped abruptly by a long finger dropping to his lips. He playfully bit at her hand.
“It’s hot. I’ve never known a guy to have that much self-control. I’m loving it. It’s going to be so good when I get you there. Let’s go. We don’t have much time.”
Chapter Six
“You’re going to take the backpack with our food and drinks, and I’ll take the blankets and pillows. It’s a bit of a walk to the spot, but well worth it once you see it. It’s remote, and no one will bother us,” said Ion, tossing Jill the backpack and slamming the door.
They made their way on a small gravel path that eventually left the noise of the highway behind. The trees canopied overhead made it cooler within the forest. “This is really nice here,” Jill said, her thigh brushing against Ion’s the path was so narrow. He grabbed her hand by way of reply, and something inside of her calmed.
They walked for a good fifteen minutes, hand in han
d, bodies melding into one as the path became even tighter and narrower, until at last the space opened up to reveal a small rocky shoreline a half-dozen feet long.
“Over here. There aren’t any rocks over at that patch,” Ion said, pointing to their left.
“Ion…”
Pulling her to him, he let her head drop on his shoulder. “I know. It’s insane, isn’t it. Few people know about this place it’s so off the beaten path. But it’s ours…for the next fifteen hours.”
Throwing down their gear, Ion took Jill’s hand and pulled her to the water. “Kick those shoes off,” he said as he toed off his boots. At the water’s edge, they dipped their toes in, laughing at how cool the water was. “So damn hot out, and yet this water…”
Jill turned to Ion, her hands on his hips. “I have no idea how this happened, but I’m having one hell of an amazing time with you. And I’m not even tired of you yet.”
“Yet,” Ion repeated with a small laugh. “Jill Atwood, with no known relation to our beloved Margaret Atwood, I’ve had such a good time hanging with you. I haven’t laughed this much in a long time. So thank you for that.”
“Can we fuck now?” Jill asked quietly.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
…
It wasn’t going to be easy letting her go, but the fact was he—they—had no choice. But he wasn’t going to tell her that, not yet, not before he got to slide those panties down her creamy thighs one last time, not before he got to slip his tongue deep inside her, tasting her, remembering her…
As he pushed her thighs apart, the only sound the lapping of the waves against the rocks in the water, and Jill’s breathing getting heavier, deeper, he had a moment of doubt, but then just said, “Lean back,” as he slid three fingers inside her.
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