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Storm's Eye Released on December 15th!
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My thoughts contorted like the surface reflections, my future seeming as mysterious as the shimmering shadows. There was no doubt this could be my dream house, my dream life with the man I loved. But not so dreamy was all I was beginning to see that came with him.
The crazy hours. The active life. A loud hoot of laughter sounded over the pounding music as if to enforce this point. The moody and presumptuous rock star.
Scooting up enough so lying back would leave my head out of the water, I reclined. After staring at the stars a bit, I closed my eyes.
The displacement of water rippling the ends of my floating hair was my cue that I was no longer alone. My lids fluttered open, seeing the light behind me blocked by a shadow. Jack eased down, and without touching me, lay back in the same manner.
He was the first to break the silence, a minute or so into it. “All good?”
The satellites among the stars winked and blinked, and I let a couple of breaths expel. “Sure.”
“It just seems like you’ve been mad at me all day.”
Now I did turn my head to study his profile. “Me? Mad at you?” Emphasizing the pronouns, I looked back to the sky when his head turned to me.
The feel of his gaze roving my face was a physical thing, but the humiliation of last night kept me from meeting his speculative eyes.
“I’m not the one mad if that’s what you’re saying.” His words were quiet, unsure.
“Aren’t you?”
“Why would I be?”
“I don’t know!” Emotion clogged my throat, and for a split second, I debated running from what had become a confrontation. Maybe Jack was right. Maybe I always ran when I could.
Damming up my feelings, I struggled to keep my voice from wavering. “It is not fair for you to hold the same shit against me that you’ve done.”
“Meaning?”
“It’s true I was kind of a slut. But I tried not to let it touch Tristan in any way. I thought—I mean—I know he looked forward to spending the night at Liv’s.” Stealing a quick sidelong glance, I pushed on, reluctantly spilling my past. “They would plan for two weeks the movies they were going to watch and what they were going to eat. I never thought he wondered where I was.”
A sad sigh left my lips, and just as quickly, the confused simmer of emotions boiled over. “But damn it, Jack, I was getting mine off a couple of times a month. You can’t tell me you weren’t every damn night!”
“So you’re thinking I’m pissed about what Tristan said last night?”
“Obviously you are.”
“I don’t like thinking about it. Hell, I can’t stand thinking about it—”
“You know, I was kind of wild in college, but I never had continuous random hookups until after you. That day with you, I had never had that connection before. And I made the mistake of thinking it was out there for me again. That fate was not so fucked up to make just ONE freaking man THAT guy.” The years of loneliness converged into this moment as I softly spoke. “I wanted that again, and thought that all I had to do was…”
“Was what?”
“Was keep looking until I found him.”
“Why? When you already found him?”
“You know why.”
“I don’t, Mariss…”
Now, finally, I looked at him, the anger and angst in my heart softening with his candor. “I think that’s one of the things I love about you. You’re from a different world and don’t even know it.”
“Not really.”
“Mmh.” I let it go and breathed an unburdened breath.
Behind us from the patio, the music thumped and voices rang out. Jack’s hand moved across the space between us to settle on my thigh. Not the least bit remorseful, his husky words were saturated with pride. “So I ruined you, huh?”
The cool night air could not keep the heat from flaming my face. Leave it to Jack to make an issue of anything sexual. “Yeah, I guess you did.”
“You guess? Maybe we should settle this right now.” Rolling to his side, he teased, trailing his fingers to naughty places.
With an exasperated sound, I pushed up, then stood, walking the several steps until I was deep enough to submerge into the tepid water. Without breaking the surface, I swam to the island and was not surprised when Jack surfaced next to me.
His kiss was wild and sweet, and my arms rose to rest on his shoulders, hanging on him as I often did when my knees went weak. My feelings were still mixed, and when I could think enough to remember why, I twisted some away from the tongue that so pleasingly scorched my ear.
“If you weren’t mad, then why wouldn’t you…” My words paused before I brokenly beseeched, “…fuck me last night?”
Deliberately, I whispered the dirtier word to entice him, because although I was still angry about the previous night, I still wanted him tonight.
Jack pushed me away enough to stare down into my face. “I told you last night!”
“Exactly. You said because of all the…” Trailing off as I suddenly gleaned the misunderstanding, I stepped back to him, dropping my head onto his shoulder. “I feel like an idiot.”
Just hours before that fight, I had been the one to turn down a quickie in the shower because going after each other like animals for days had taken its toll on my body. When confessing this in the shower, I had seen the guilt in his eyes.
“I thought…” I was whispering against his skin.
“Thought what?” Gently he probed as he held me tight.
“You know. What I just said. I thought you were mad because of what Tristan said.”
“I’m so sorry you thought that…” Like bands, his arms tightly and protectively encircled. “Damn, Mariss. I’m sorry. You don’t know how hard it was to try and convince you to go to sleep… And then when you ran out, I knew if I called you back or came to you, I would—I would be all over you.”
“I wasn’t hurting last night.”
“You had been drinking.”
“Yeah…”
“So how’re you feeling tonight…”
“Much better…”
“Maybe I should verify that. After all, you’ve had a couple of drinks…”
His head disappeared beneath the surface. When he came back up, I was gasping. Rewarding me with one of his smirks, he went back down.
A wary eye remained on our guests but no one turned their heads while I was getting head. With his first dunk, Jack had teased over my swimsuit, and now he wasted no time hooking one finger and dragging the thin strip aside. His hair floated around this fiery kiss, tickling my thighs and stomach as his tongue branded me.
He came up for air and leaned his forehead on mine.
“Mariss?”
“Hmm?”
“Don’t always think the worst of me…”
“I don’t. I asked…and you said…and I just misunderstood.”
“I’m sorry…” He kissed the apology from his mouth to mine as he dipped a hand inside the front of the swimsuit. “I thought I was looking out for you…”
“And this morning?”
“I was giving you something to think about in the shower.”
“What made you so sure I was going to take a shower?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because I took a long one myself.” He dipped a hand inside the front of the swimsuit. “Did you?”
Raggedly, I made the truthful admission while he made me crazy with his lips on my neck and the tease of his hands. Since his body was blocking me from being seen, I didn’t protest at first, too caught up to care about anything outside our make-out session. He figured out my swimsuit unhooked from the shoulders. Peeling it down, he played with the unveiled curves, but when he knelt enough to put his mouth to them, I was slapped back to reality, looking over his head to the party beyond.
A nip. A tongue lash. A suck. His knee moved up between my legs, keeping warm the other part of my body, which was still throbbing from this same treatment. Jack stood up enough to rub another kiss to my lips and to push the fabric to my waist. When I felt the drag of it over my hips, I protested.
“Seriously? With everyone just right there?”
Was this the rock star life? Yet I knew the answer. No one had taken notice yet. Jack’s answer was a simple rock star answer. Barely raising his lips from mine, he raised his voice, and it carried over his shoulder across the water.
“Party’s over! Bye!”
His tongue reunited with mine as if the time apart to say those few words had been an eternity. Tilting my head, I watched in astonishment as the patio emptied in less than three minutes. Most of our guests even called out a cheerful good-bye.
Reassuringly, I sought out Tristan’s sleeping form on the couch before taking a dip under the water myself. It was strange to turn him on in all of the ways he loved but not be able to hear a response. Combined was the freaked half-fearful feeling to be in this position completely at anyone’s mercy, even a lover’s.
Sucking air into my burning lungs, I surfaced, whispering against his wet skin, “Can’t hold my breath as long as you…”
He hopped up onto the sunning island, pulling me with him, and when he occupied himself stripping me out of the swimsuit, I looked nervously to the house again.
“What about Dax?”
“Don’t worry about Dax. He’s as good as gone.”
The wet fabric made a splash in the inch of water beside us. My eyes fell to the dark shadow of his trunks in the deeper water where we had been standing.
Finally, I took him in, all wet and sexy beneath me.
Every breath and groan echoed over the water. I alternated my gaze from the stars in heaven to the rock star who was my current heaven.
Stalkers Only Zone
