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Authors: Cathryn Fox
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strokes that sent her higher and higher. Her nails bit into his shoulder, and she whimpered as her passion soared. She gave a breathy cry as Jack’s body began to tense, his muscles bunching. Knowing he was only a stroke away, she gave herself over to the pleasure. Her throat clenched, and her body convulsed as her pussy muscles tightened and contracted around his throbbing cock. Jack threw his head back, stilled, and joined her in orgasm.
His breathing labored, Jack depleted himself inside her then collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck as they both recovered from their climax. She touched his back, running her fingers over his moist skin, his rigid muscles relaxing beneath her soothing touch.
As she lay trapped between these two awesome guys, her passion receding, a strange, uneasy feeling moved into her stomach. Her hands stilled on Jack’s back, and her brain took that moment to think about the lump pushing into her throat.
The sex was good. Really good. These two were skilled and definitely knew their way around a woman’s body. So why then did she suddenly feel so lost, so completely empty inside?
Because it was lacking intimacy, a real connection, her inner voice warned.
She’d come here to have fun and get laid. But as she found herself sandwiched between these hot guys, it occurred to her that she still felt lonely. That sobering reality startled her and had her questioning what it would take to fulfill her, to make her feel loved...important.
A noise in the distance caught her attention. She lifted her head, and when the hairs on her nape began to tingle, her breathing became shallow.
She peered into the night and caught the silhouette of a guy standing on the upper deck of a boat. Her heart jumped into her throat, and her body tightened. There was something about him that held her attention, something about the way he stood there with tension in his posture, tracking her every movement, that felt oh so familiar.
Jack lifted his head, worried eyes moving over her face, when he asked, “Hey baby, are you okay?”
“He’s here,” she murmured, her voice a strangled whisper. “I just know it.”
Blair ran soothing fingers down her arm and in a soft tone asked, “Who’s here, sweetheart?”
“Jesse.”
Chapter Six
A fter waking up early, Alaska dressed in a simple, button down sundress, slipped into her flip flops, and hurried outside. She spent the better part of the day searching the island for Jesse, trying to catch a glimpse of him in the crowd. She checked with registration, but they had no record of a Jesse Cavanaugh ever arriving on Eden. Then again, he could be using an alias like her. As day bled to night, she paced the beach, searching endlessly for signs of him. Everything in her gut told her he was here, watching her.
Feeling frustrated, she began the trek back to her room, squishing the warm sand between her toes. She slipped on her flip flops when she reached the lit path leading to her cabana, but when she heard a motorcycle revving in the distance, she stilled her movements and listened carefully. She caught the sound again and parted a few tree branches to peer into the woods. The beautiful multi-colored bird that seemed to be following her spread its wings and took flight, startling her. With her pulse pounding, she pushed tree branches out of her way, determined to find Jesse and figure out what was going on.
The trees grew thicker, the canopy of leaves over her head blocking out the moonlight and making it difficult to find her way out. Something moved in the underbrush, and feeling a little nervous, she hurried forward, fearing she was never going to find her way out, or worse, find a snake slithering underfoot. A few feet later, the trees thinned and she stepped from the wooded area. She glanced at the huge clubhouse overlooking the ocean, numerous motorcycles parked outside. It occurred to her that the trolley tour she’d taken the day after she arrived
His breathing labored, Jack depleted himself inside her then collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck as they both recovered from their climax. She touched his back, running her fingers over his moist skin, his rigid muscles relaxing beneath her soothing touch.
As she lay trapped between these two awesome guys, her passion receding, a strange, uneasy feeling moved into her stomach. Her hands stilled on Jack’s back, and her brain took that moment to think about the lump pushing into her throat.
The sex was good. Really good. These two were skilled and definitely knew their way around a woman’s body. So why then did she suddenly feel so lost, so completely empty inside?
Because it was lacking intimacy, a real connection, her inner voice warned.
She’d come here to have fun and get laid. But as she found herself sandwiched between these hot guys, it occurred to her that she still felt lonely. That sobering reality startled her and had her questioning what it would take to fulfill her, to make her feel loved...important.
A noise in the distance caught her attention. She lifted her head, and when the hairs on her nape began to tingle, her breathing became shallow.
She peered into the night and caught the silhouette of a guy standing on the upper deck of a boat. Her heart jumped into her throat, and her body tightened. There was something about him that held her attention, something about the way he stood there with tension in his posture, tracking her every movement, that felt oh so familiar.
Jack lifted his head, worried eyes moving over her face, when he asked, “Hey baby, are you okay?”
“He’s here,” she murmured, her voice a strangled whisper. “I just know it.”
Blair ran soothing fingers down her arm and in a soft tone asked, “Who’s here, sweetheart?”
“Jesse.”
Chapter Six
A fter waking up early, Alaska dressed in a simple, button down sundress, slipped into her flip flops, and hurried outside. She spent the better part of the day searching the island for Jesse, trying to catch a glimpse of him in the crowd. She checked with registration, but they had no record of a Jesse Cavanaugh ever arriving on Eden. Then again, he could be using an alias like her. As day bled to night, she paced the beach, searching endlessly for signs of him. Everything in her gut told her he was here, watching her.
Feeling frustrated, she began the trek back to her room, squishing the warm sand between her toes. She slipped on her flip flops when she reached the lit path leading to her cabana, but when she heard a motorcycle revving in the distance, she stilled her movements and listened carefully. She caught the sound again and parted a few tree branches to peer into the woods. The beautiful multi-colored bird that seemed to be following her spread its wings and took flight, startling her. With her pulse pounding, she pushed tree branches out of her way, determined to find Jesse and figure out what was going on.
The trees grew thicker, the canopy of leaves over her head blocking out the moonlight and making it difficult to find her way out. Something moved in the underbrush, and feeling a little nervous, she hurried forward, fearing she was never going to find her way out, or worse, find a snake slithering underfoot. A few feet later, the trees thinned and she stepped from the wooded area. She glanced at the huge clubhouse overlooking the ocean, numerous motorcycles parked outside. It occurred to her that the trolley tour she’d taken the day after she arrived
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