She was wet and warm, and moaned as he slowly swirled his fingers, pushing against her walls. “Hang on a minute,” he said breathlessly. “Don’t move.” Jogging a few feet to the grassy landing, he pulled a blanket and pillow from a bag and made his way back to Jill. He set the blanket on the sand and sat down, reaching a hand up for her.
She flopped down next to him. He grabbed her by the shoulder, suggesting wordlessly she lie on it. Ion dragged his head down to her pussy, pulling her thong to the side. Leaning in closer, he started licking, slowly at first and then more intensely while she bucked against his face, pulling at the blanket beside her.
Oh how he’d miss the taste and the smell and the little sounds she made…
Pulling off her thong and miniskirt, he threw them to the sand and stood up to quickly pull off his cargo shorts and boxers.
“Sit down,” she said, pulling him on top of her stomach, his cock jutting up through her breasts and to her mouth.
He did as requested, and she took him in fully in one movement, a hand on his cock as well. She moved him in and out, her lips wrapped firmly around his smooth cock. Droplets of pre-cum edged to the head and spilled over into her mouth. Jill looked him in the eyes as she slowly licked the cum from his tip, and then she swirled her tongue around it, little licks and flicks.
“I need to feel your pussy,” he said as he repositioned himself on top of her and pulled a condom from the stash he’d grabbed from the bag. Once the condom was on, he entered her in a fast, swift movement, and started moving against her wildly, roughly.
Pinning her hands over her head, he took one of her nipples in his mouth and teased it with the tip of his teeth, but the “do it again” that flew from her mouth let him know she wanted this as aggressively as he did. “Fucking you is fun.”
Jill lifted her head. “Harder. And play with my ass.”
He couldn’t stop himself from letting out the low moan. This woman was unlike any other. She was his match in every sense. “Like this,” he said softly as he spit on his index finger and pushed it into her ass.
“Yes, like that,” she whispered, eyes closed, nipples hard, pussy wet. He pushed his dick back into her, and his finger and cock kept rhythm while he fucked her pussy and ass. Jill writhed beneath him and let out a little scream as she orgasmed. He pushed farther into her and let the wave of arousal wash over him, releasing into it finally, into this woman who’d come out of nowhere and had within twenty-four hours made him want things he’d never really thought about before.
“Fucking awesome. Some people find it weird to edge. They just don’t know how fantastic it feels.”
“Me, judge? Never. I’m a fan of all things kinky, taboo, on this side of normal,” she said, drawing a line in the sand.
Rolling over to his side, head propped in his hand, Ion wrote their names in the sand with his finger. “And this line represents the divide between us. A very real one.”
Jill gently pushed Ion to his back, crawling on top, legs straddled and tightly gripping his sides. He still had a hard erection he knew she could feel pressing into her pelvic bone. “Doesn’t matter. Like you said, life is filled with moments, and this has been one of the most memorable. Let’s just lie here and look at the stars and tell each other our deepest fears and secrets and fuck like it’s 1999 in between. Chances are we’ll never see each other again, so it’ll be like…wait for it…confucktion.”
Ion groaned loud and long. “No, you didn’t just…”
“I did! And now you have a new word, too, to remember me by.”
“Oh, I’ll have far more interesting things to remember you by, Jill Atwood. Now get on all fours. We’re going in for round four.”
“Yes, don’t need to ask me twice. But wait, I was thinking, do you want my number? I can plug it into your phone before we forget.”
Ion laughed and gripped her hips tighter, pulling her in for a kiss. “No numbers. If it’s meant to be, we’ll find our way back to each other. No Facebook, no Twitter, nothing. What will be will be. Now, where were we…”
Chapter Seven
Two weeks later
“So you’re really going to China?” asked Jill, sitting on her couch in her L.A. apartment, Cassie soaked by the tears she’d been crying for the past forty-eight hours.
“My family is so one thousand AD. I can’t believe they’re shipping me off to live with my family in China! To find a husband.”
Hugging her tight, Jill abruptly lifted Cassie’s head and wiped at her mascara-streaked face. “Think of this as the role of a lifetime. Use it. Be it,” said Jill, easing Cassie off her and making her way into the kitchen.
She grabbed her suitcase and rolled it to the front of the apartment. “I get two weeks off next month, and I still have some money from when auntie died. I could come join you in China for support.”
Cassie stood up and walked Jill to the door. “Yes! You, me, China, and arranged-marriage shenanigans.”
Opening the door, Jill slipped on her sunglasses, leaving for Canada again. This time she was less excited because she knew the best part of Canada wasn’t going to be in her life anymore. She knew it was silly to feel this way, to miss Ion, because it was never anything to begin with. And they could never be anything, considering the distance, but that didn’t stop her heart from pinching every time she thought about him.
Furry creatures… Honestly, she was such a boob. It embarrassed her to no end thinking about it, but she was so scared that day, seeing them in a pack like that. Thankfully, Ion thought it was cute…
“I’ll see you in China as soon as you get a visa, because you need one,” Cassie said, kissing Jill’s cheek and running off to the back of the apartment. “I hope you bump into your hottie Canadian boy.”
Yeah, because in a province of fourteen million people, that was bound to happen…
…
Ion pulled up to what was fast becoming “his” spot at the base of the canyon. He turned the engine off, opened his door, and swung his legs out. Touching the dirt of the park never got old. The silence, the smell of the earth, untouched, the—
“Ow. What the fuck,” Ion said, breaking the calm vibe of the forest. Turning around, he saw Jill, hands on her hips, glaring at him. And then he started laughing uncontrollably. “Man, you’ve got quite the punch for a—”
“Don’t say it,” Jill quipped back, a half smile already forming on her perfectly luscious mouth.
“—a girl.” He walked toward Jill, feeling the fire grow at an alarming rate inside his heart and cock. “I love seeing you all worked up. It’s hot as hell.”
“Forget that. Serendipity my ass. I call total bullshit on that little spiel you gave me before we parted ways. Did you know all along you’d be back here filling in for your friend again or something?”
Ion looked down sheepishly, then raised his head, a wicked grin on his face. “I may have said all that serendipity shit just for the hell of it,” he said. “As if I’d let you go, Jill. I just wanted you to have your space and then see what it was like when we met up again. I’m Greek. We do patience, endurance fairly well. Hypomone, we call it. But I’ve missed you like fucking crazy. All I wanted to do was find you,” he said, moving in close, grabbing one of her hands. “Forgive me?”
She looked amazing in her tight cut-off jeans and black tank top. “Are those actual proper shoes I see on your feet?” Ion asked, kneeling down to inspect them dramatically. “Well, hell, they are, and they’re attached to the smoothest, creamiest legs I’ve ever had the pleasure of encountering,” he said as he traced his hands along her legs gently, then let his tongue flick out as he got to her thighs.
Jill grabbed him by the shoulders, lifting him up to face her. “You’re being weird…and I love it. Feel,” she said, placing his hand in her pants. She was wet and warm, which made his cock twitch. “Weeks apart haven’t changed how our bodies react to each other.”
Ion’s only response was a slight moan in her ear as he kept f
ingering her pussy. It was early morning, and the light of day was only starting to tease its arrival. “Hey, wait here,” he said suddenly. “I promise, there’s more where this came from,” he said, nipping at her lip playfully. “I have something for you.”
Running to his van, he riffled through his bag, got what he needed, and made his way to where Jill was standing, confused, but definitely horny, a soft pink flush still on her face. Sexy as hell, and he couldn’t wait to discover more about this woman who seemed to have fallen into his lap most unexpectedly. “Here,” he said, tossing her a plastic bag.
Jill reached her hands out and grabbed the bag, opening it up. “The Handmaid’s Tale,” she said, reading the back blurb. A smile and laugh exploded from her mouth. “Ha, I love it. You remembered. That’s…you’re amazing, Ion Kontis. What are we going to do about this situation?”
He knew exactly what she meant by “this situation.” And he’d thought a lot about it in their time apart. It was half the reason he didn’t tell her they’d be seeing each other again. He needed to look into some things, figure some details out.
“Well, I did some digging around, and a friend of mine lives in California now, doing what I do. He said I could contract out with him if I ever wanted to, you know, live out there, try it out. You and I both have jobs that are fairly transportable, so really we can see where this goes, do long distance for a while, and I think we can make it work.”
Jill circled her arms around Ion’s neck, her soft breath tickling, but he loved it. Loved how she felt pressed against him, the smell of her bubble gum faintly surrounding him, the heat coming off her and mixing with his.
“I thought you couldn’t leave home till you got married? What would Yaya say?”
Ion pulled out his phone from his back pocket and loaded a video, pointing the screen toward Jill. “Hit play.”
Jill did as told, and the next thing she saw was his yaya on screen, and all she said was “yes” in the thickest Greek accent. “She doesn’t speak much English, but after I told her all about you and what I was thinking, she told me to go after you.”
A small tear escaped from Jill’s eye, and Ion wiped it away with the pad of his thumb.
“So we have Yaya’s blessing for whatever adventure we’re about to embark on together. The road trip of a lifetime! I’m in, Ion Kontis.” Jill grabbed Ion’s hand and squeezed it. “Honestly, I think I was done for the minute you appeared in the bushes day one, all long legs, ridiculously good hair, and this unexpectedly un-Canadian golden tan,” she said with a tiny laugh.
“And you had me at furry creatures,” he said, pulling her in tight, pressing his lips hard against hers in a kiss that was to spark their next adventure.
About the Author
Bisou DeVie writes fun, sexy contemporary stories meant to be devoured one nibble at a time.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. References to actual persons, living or dead, is not intended or inferred.
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Chapter One
“Tell me you’re joking,” Miranda said on the other end of the line, with that older-sister tone she used whenever Jenny misbehaved.
Jenny Sadler slammed the door of her car and walked around to the trunk to retrieve the single suitcase for the trip that would change the rest of her life. Or so she hoped. “Yes. Well, I talked to Lewis this morning, and he’s still open to the idea. Told me to come to his birthday party and we’ll talk right after.”
“Open to fulfilling a ridiculous pact you made when you were both twenty?” Miranda huffed. “Bless his heart. Don’t go into marriage with such pragmatism. You two aren’t even dating. You never even kissed. How can you jump from being good friends straight to marriage?”
Jenny clicked her key to lock her car and held the phone against her cheek. She shouldn’t have been so desperate, but the helicopter taxi company her family used had been unable to secure her a flight at such short notice. The humidity typical of Dallas in August hit her with the subtlety of a horn.
“You’re one to talk given how you’ve always been driven to succeed and are more practical than anyone I know,” Jenny said. God, Miranda had always met and exceeded their family’s expectations.
“Hey. Maybe I’m thirty-three and still single, but at least I’m not signing my life away just so a piece of paper will make me feel good about myself.”
Jenny blew out some air, pretty sure she managed to make her recently cut bangs go in opposite directions. Never a good thing, especially when you had an epiphany and decided to choose a bold, blunt style for your hair. “I know. You’re different, though. You’re like a superhero. You don’t need anyone,” Jenny said. If an ounce of envy leaked into her voice, she managed to keep it from infecting the rest of the conversation.
Her sister embodied the strong, independent woman who walked into a room filled with powerful men and didn’t blink. “I need you,” Miranda said in a soft voice. “Dang it. I need you unmarried and hopeful.”
“Oh, I’m hopeful.” Jenny jogged through the parking lot leading to the offices. From not far away, the sound of small private jets taking off and the strong wind blended into one symphony of white noise. “I love Lewis. He’s great. He’s been one of my best friends, and he’ll make a great father one day.”
“Ma’am. May I help you?” a tall man in uniform asked her.
Had he seen her limp? Her doctor and physiotherapists had given Jenny hope she’d lose the quick but noticeable hobble of her left leg. When she was in a hurry, it became particularly visible. She walked like one of her shoes was a tad uncomfortable.
“I’m fine,” she mouthed, clutching the phone against her ear in one hand and grabbing her suitcase with the other. The reason she had this freaking limp should have taught her. Rash decisions like taking off with her ex-boyfriend Colt to go on a ski trip and full-assing it in the advanced area even though she was a beginner cost her a flawless walk. Colt sure got out of the picture fast. Or was it because he didn’t approve of her decision to drop out of medical school shortly after the accident?
“Are you there?” Miranda called out.
She drew in a breath. What did Miranda know? Miranda could land a hot date in a New York minute, and she didn’t have to deal with her ridiculously accomplished family of surgeons looking down on her because she dropped the last year of medical school to become a movie critic.
“Yes. Listen, I gotta get going. I’ll call you after I land.”
She slid the phone in her bag and reached for her ID. She’d made the reservation online, and now she stuck her driver’s license out to the skinny brunette with her hair in a bun. “Came as fast as I could,” she said. Jenny’s pal Lewis was giving a birthday bash later that day, and she’d not only attend—she’d follow through with their plan. In three months, she’d turn thirty. Today was Lewis’s day. He’d be turning thirty—and no kids or significant other yet. Why not go to his party and see where it led them? After all, she’d made a lot of bad decisions because of her impulsive behavior. What could it hurt to make one based on reality? “I’m Jenny Sadler.”
“Jenny?” said the deep voice of a male behind her. Currents of awareness traveled through her, raising the little hairs on the back of her neck. One at a time. She turned in her heels
, her throat thick and dry.
One look at the man in front of her and she felt her legs get sticky and her pussy wet for a non-weather-related reason. He removed his aviator sunglasses and studied her with striking gray eyes. She unglued her tongue from the roof of her mouth and swallowed. Though he only had three years on her, a single premature strand of gray hair streaked from his temple into his textured brown hair, still cut short from his Air Force days. She gazed down, and a sand-colored uniform covered his impossibly broad shoulders, wide chest, and narrowing hips. “Mack? It’s so nice to see you,” she lied. When she was growing up, and he worked for her father on the ranch the family owned in the Texan panhandle, he intrigued her. Now…he fascinated her. Aroused her.
He gave her a slow, small smile that knotted her insides.
“Glad you made it in time, Jenny. I’ll be your pilot today. When I read your name on the manifest, I had to come say hi first.”
“You? My pilot?” Mack had worked for her father until he turned eighteen, when he left for the Air Force. She remembered Dad saying Mack had done well, and hell, hadn’t Mack attended a couple family parties a few years back? Only then, she hadn’t talked to him much. Why would she want to relive the days she crushed on the guy who paid her no attention?
“Yes.”
Mack Hunter. She hadn’t seen him for years. One thing she knew, though…being around him meant wrestling every part of her that could lead her back onto the wrong path. Shit.
This would be a hell of a long flight.
…
“Cleared for takeoff,” the tower commander announced.
Mack flicked the console’s buttons, turning on the engine, and glanced over his shoulder at Jenny. She sat behind him, with her legs crossed and hands on her lap. A rumble surged through his body. The last time he’d seen her at a party…he’d almost talked to her besides a polite greeting. He hadn’t.
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