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“I tell you all the time by how you’ve made me change. But for the record, my darling Jocelyn, I do love you.” He was almost smiling, but not quite. He was sincere.
“Good god. You’re smothering me with surprises.”
“Too many?” he asked.
“No, not too many. It’s what I want. But never in a million years…
“Never in a million years did I think I’d be saying this to any woman. It must be the full moon,” he said, gazing toward the sky, and the bright yellow orb floating in the otherwise dark night. Clouds were tiptoeing in front of it, so it disappeared from sight, and then reappeared again as bright as ever, like the moon was playing a celestial game of cat and mouse with the night.
“When’s this going to happen? Getting married?” she asked, still trying to decide if he really meant what he said.
“That’s up to the bride,” Reggie replied. “I’d fly to Las Vegas right now if you wanted.” He wasn’t joking.
“Bride. My god, listen to that word. That makes you a groom. You really want to marry me?”
“You’re the first woman I can honestly sa
y I loved. And I have no desire to have you walk out on me. I don’t even want to worry about it. You may not need me, Jocelyn Killian, but I do need you.”
“Oh, my god. I do need you, Reg, exactly like you are right now.”
He smiled, actually smiled. “I had the feeling you did,” he answered her with just a trace of haughtiness returning to his voice.
She didn’t mind. In fact, it made her shiver, made her think of sex, of being tied, and bound, and screwed. It made her think of hot fucks and slow moving lovemaking, and letting the man take her into his world and out again for all the wild things, and even the peaceful bliss that comes when the wildness is over.
“So where do you want to get married?” he asked.
“Humm, let me think. How about in Tahoe?” she said. “The next full moon, perhaps. Maybe it’s a good luck charm.” The smile, the green eyes, the curious twinkle took him back to the night at the Lodge.
He chuckled darkly and started the Porsche, zooming off high speed in the direction of that clear unclouded moon.
Jocelyn & Alexandra
Chapter One
Too humid a night to sleep, Alex climbed out of bed while Will remained sleeping—he could sleep through a hurricane. There must have been a storm about to burst from the heavens the way the wind whipped the hanging plants on the patio. Walking into the midst of that murky darkness, Alex let the brisk gusts of air rip though her long blonde hair, tossing it about her face. Her silk chemise billowed, the breeze lifting it above her thighs. The atmosphere, so prickly from the impending glut of thunder and rain, produced a present rawness between her legs, as if she was on the verge of something, an anxious brew of sexual heat and chaos building rapidly.
Was it just the night, or was it something spookier, like a premonition? Were her stirrings just the foolish meandering of thoughts and pent-up need taking her on the dreaded but familiar paths of sex?
She could think for just a second and see the blinking pink flamingo and the naughty fantasies that drove her to Will and Reggie, and now to what? How easily she created sexual theatrics. As much as her mind and better judgment knew that it was dangerous to be creating anything raunchy now, she was diving deep into all the darkest places where the wild things reigned.
In the distance there was lightning, and the rumbling thunder, and then voices—ones that played in her head, and then another, one reaching into her psyche almost unnoticed until she suddenly sensed another presence on the patio.
“Raise your arms,” it whispered to her.
She complied with her slender arms rising above her head, and either by the wind itself or some unseen hands, the chemise vanished and she presented her naked self to the tempest of a night.
“Your arms behind you,” the voice continued. As she obeyed its command, her hands were clutched by strong masculine ones and bound together with something soft, though softness didn’t alter the fact that she was imprisoned.
The agitation between her thighs changed to warmth, the sensations thus channeled rose up in her, sending lightning strikes into her interior, as sharp and brief and savage as the spears of light that played across the threatening sky. She winced with pain, feeling a sharp sting on her bottom, another and another and then a fierce burn crescendoed. Thrust to the chaise lounge a step away, her shoulders were pressed to the cushioned surface, her ass forced high, her arms still awkwardly useless behind her.
Her attacker had only one desire, access to her ass. Something slick and wet entered her first, before the invading prick filled her full. A wicked oblivious ride commenced even as the storm came closer still, the lightning like some evil master’s charm, the thunder rumbling from hell. Ridden like the devil’s bride into the very blackest place in her soul, Alexandra submitted to the still unseen hands of a masterful servant of her most dreadful desire.
The stinging on her ass continued, the accompaniment to the thrusting force. The burn of it filled her everywhere, adding passion, adding to the tremors that wracked her body. The ruthless taking was not over before she was crying out loudly for some end, though she had no way of knowing if her pleas were intelligible at all. When the raucous wails ceased she was simply crying tears, a heady climax bursting from her as her attacker blessed her with a few delicate strokes to the feminine places where she held her greatest longing.
Pushed down on the lounge when the intruding prick withdrew, she panted noiselessly, a few small whimpers escaping, while the aftereffects of release dwindled away. The storm was almost on her by the nearness of the thunder and the lightning bolts; it was time to escape this place before the rain drenched her.
“Will you sleep now?” the gentle voice asked.
