Page 5 of Acadia Falls

The most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in my life smiled at me. He was tall, with thick brown hair, blue eyes, and a neatly trimmed beard. His huge shoulders strained against the jacket of his pale-gray suit. And the weirdest thing—I could smell him. It was the most delicious scent I’d ever inhaled—fresh outdoor air mixed with… testosterone?

Yum, I thought dumbly. Yum, yum, yum!

“You okay?” He peered at me.

“Oh—yeah!” I laughed and leaned closer, lowering my voice to a whisper. “I was just busy staring at Tori Blaisdell. She’s here.”

“No way.” The man’s gaze flicked past me. “Is that seriously her?”

“Yes, can you believe it?” My tone was conspiratorial as I checked out my new friend from head to toe. He was sexy as hell. I had no idea what he did for a living, but even in his suit, he looked like he could wrestle an alligator and win.

“No, I can’t.” His eyes widened as he motioned for a passing server and ordered two whiskeys. “So, are you a friend of Alex’s?”

I nodded. “I’m Maran. I’m her—I was her—maid of honor. We met at NYU.”

“Ah.”

“Are you a friend of Derek’s?” Where had he been hiding him? It was another reason to hate Derek!

He nodded. “It’s a shame what happened, huh?”

“It’s terrible,” I agreed. The server showed back up and handed one whiskey to me and one to the man.

“Cheers.” He raised his glass to mine. “To new friends.”

I didn’t remember telling him I liked whiskey, but whatever. I clinked my tumbler against his. “Cheers. And I’m sorry—what’s your name?”

He smiled at me, his white, even teeth mesmerizing. “I’m Jack.”

“We can’t do this here,” I panted.

Jack grinned up at me. “We can try.”

“What the—but what if—” I stopped arguing as he put his mouth on me again, sucking my clit. Even his tongue was muscular. He held my thighs apart, running his tongue up and down my slit, making me moan.

I had never, in my entire life, hooked up with a total stranger. We hadn’t even left the party. We’d barely made it outside. And now he had me on a picnic table and was going down on me.

But I couldn’t say no to him—I could barely even speak.

“Tell me when you want my cock.” I could hear the grin in his voice, the cocky bastard. He put his teeth around my clit and nibbled, and I almost came right then.

“N-now.” Who the hell said that? “I want it n-now.” My voice wobbled with desire.

“Yes, ma’am.” He pulled me up and kissed me, his firm lips devouring mine, tongue lashing. I almost drowned in his kiss, yet I still managed to run my hands over his massive chest.

“We can go back to my place,” I whispered. I just wanted to take his clothes off, all of them, and explore his spectacular muscles…

“No time.” His voice was hoarse. He unzipped his pants, and his enormous, thick erection sprang out, poking me.

I immediately got down from the table, knelt before him, and put my mouth around it. I didn’t even know who I was, acting like this. Some animal instinct had taken over when I’d agreed to a third whiskey, and I’d abso-fucking-lutely known that I was going to do this, even though I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

He thrust a little into my mouth. “I don’t want to come like this.” His voice was strangled.

I sucked him harder, taking him all the way in, relishing how he moaned. His cock was huge. Oh my goodness, I didn’t want him to come like this, either…

“You on the pill?” He pulled me up and turned me around, pressing me against the table. He lifted my dress and pulled it over to the side, exposing my bare ass to the moonlight. I had no idea where my thong was…

“Yes.”