Sometimes, one dark moment is all it takes to turn your world black...
For 24-year old Dominic Kinkaide, that moment took place on the night of his high school graduation. One dark incident changed him forever. He's a hardened actor now, famous in the eyes of the world, but tortured in his own. He doesn't care about much of anything, except for losing himself in the roles that he plays.
23-year old Jacey Vincent doesn't realize how much her father's indifference has affected her. She is proof that sometimes it isn't one specific moment that wrecks a person, but rather it's an absence of moments. She's like a bird with a broken wing-strong yet fragile, as she tries to float through life, finding acceptance in the arms of random guys, one after the other... to fill the void that her father left in her.
For 24-year old Dominic Kinkaide, that moment took place on the night of his high school graduation. One dark incident changed him forever. He's a hardened actor now, famous in the eyes of the world, but tortured in his own. He doesn't care about much of anything, except for losing himself in the roles that he plays.
23-year old Jacey Vincent doesn't realize how much her father's indifference has affected her. She is proof that sometimes it isn't one specific moment that wrecks a person, but rather it's an absence of moments. She's like a bird with a broken wing-strong yet fragile, as she tries to float through life, finding acceptance in the arms of random guys, one after the other... to fill the void that her father left in her.
Until she meets Dominic.
After jaded Dominic and strong-willed Jacey are thrown together, his secret and her issues create a dark and damaged energy that will soon turn their attraction to each other into an explosive storm.
Even though when the clouds have cleared and the dust has settled, both of them are almost obliterated... they've learned a priceless lesson.
Sometimes, before we fall... we fly.
He laughs, a velvety sound. “Babe, I could show you a bunch of things
you’ve never done. And I guarantee,
you’d like every one of them.”
For some reason, I have no doubt of
that. It’s an exciting thought.
He bends his head and nips at my neck,
then soothes the bite with a soft suck.
His lips, so soft and smooth, ease the pain of the bite away. His nearness is intoxicating and everything
about him screams that he is capable of so many things… things that would
please me… things that would embarrass me in the light of day.
But still, I don’t move. I stay right
with him, my gaze frozen on his.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he slowly
dips his head and plunges his tongue into my mouth, completely plundering it,
consuming me yet again. It’s like he
can’t kiss me without devastating all of my senses at once, annihilating my
thoughts and causing my blood to throb as it all races toward one destination…
the V between my legs.
Right where I ache for him.
He’s like a drug….and one taste just
isn’t enough.
I open up my mouth and breathe around
his lips, sucking in air, grasping at his back and pulling him closer. He reaches back and grabs my hands, holding
them together at my wrists and pinning them over my head against the
plexi-glass gondola cage. I’m trapped
here with him, yet there’s no place I’d rather be.
The energy around us now is primal and
raw…and it’s exhilarating too, because we’re out in public. Every time the gondola swoops along the
ground before it begins its ascent upward again, anyone could look in and see
what we’re doing. They could see Dominic
pinning me against the wall, and his other hand buried in my crotch, if only
they looked closely.
Honestly, I think he might like that
idea.
“What are you doing?” I finally manage
to whisper, pulling away just ever so slightly.
His eyes are a little unfocused, his
pupils dilated. “What would you like for me to do, Jacey?”
He knows. Oh, God, he knows. He knows exactly what I’d like for him to do. I can see it in his eyes. I can feel it in his hands as he releases my
wrists and slides both of his down, over every curve and plane of my body.
He takes his time, sliding his palms
down, down, down… everywhere at once, slow and leisurely. He palms my curves, savoring them. He’s firm, slow and purposeful….someone who
knows what he’s doing and what he wants.
I twitch when he passes over my
nipples. They’re hyper-sensitive in my cold, wet shirt. He barely brushes them
before he trails further down, down my sides, over the swell of my hips. I want to buck against him when his hands
cup my breasts as he pulls me toward him.
I don’t need to, though. He slips his fingers under my shorts because
he knows I’m not wearing underwear. He
slips those long fingers in, all the way in, into me.
Into where I’m waiting for him.
I moan long and low. He’s feeding the fire he slowly built inside
of me and I don’t ever want him to stop.
I glance up and everything around is a
blur. We swoop past the ride operator on
the ground, past the crowds, past the food smells and the sunshine, past the
sidewalks and the shops. All of it is a
blur and none of it matters.
The only thing that matters is what
shouldn’t.
Him.
Courtney
lives in quiet suburbia, close to Lake Michigan, with her real-life
Prince Charming, her ornery kids (there is a small chance that they get
their orneriness from their mother) and a small domestic zoo.
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