Ava:
Karma hates me. When my best friend Rose is kidnapped, I have no choice but to
take a job as a mule for a pair of criminals intent on selling top-secret
information to the highest bidder. I should have known that bad luck tends to
cling, because the plane I'm on goes down. That I survived a crash-landing was
a miracle. And so was being rescued by Rafe Mendoza—hot, sexy, dangerous. The
thing is, he wants the information that I need to free Rose. I can't let him
have it, but I need his help. And I need to fight this crazy attraction for
this mercenary with hungry eyes. Rose is depending on me, and I won't let her
down, no matter how appealing Rafe is.
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The ricochet of the bullet
has swollen my eye shut. I might be slightly concussed from the free fall from
six thousand feet into the jungle. I’ve no clue where we are and we have no
supplies, but I’ve never been happier than when Ava stuck her tits into my
face. Those babies felt like the softest pillows ever created and I would’ve
been happy to suffocate in damp valley of cleavage. Maybe I’d even get the
chance to lick her sweat away.
I might have groaned and
pretended my injury was worse to lengthen the moment. Her delicate hands
smoothed over my forehead and, it may have been my imagination, but it seemed
liked she might’ve lingered over my hair. Dig in, I want to grunt.
“What the heck is that
sound?” Ava clutches me to her.
If I don’t answer, does
that mean I can stay in this position forever? Because I want to. Actually, no,
I’d like to move over and suck one fat tit into my mouth until it’s hard as a
diamond. Then I’d like to slide down until my mouth is level with her pussy and
see how salty sweet she tastes between her legs. The beast between my legs
roars to life and it’s a good thing that the monkeys above us scream again,
causing her to jump and strike my good eye with her elbow. The pain serves as a
reminder of where we are, who I am, and what the fuck I should be paying
attention to.
“It’s the howler monkey.
They sound like humans screaming or sometimes like the jaguar. They’re kind of
dumb and if we found Afonso’s gun, we’d be able to kill one and have meat every
night for a week.”
She shudders. “I don’t want
to eat monkey.”
The jungle is hot and wet
during the day and cold at night. If the mosquitos don’t eat you alive, the
jaguars and anacondas might. Not very many people can crash-land into the
middle of the Amazon and make it out alive, but I’m upping our odds from around
20 percent to 50 percent based on Ava’s positive attitude. Unless my eye heals
up, I’m not giving us more than that. If we could find the Boy Scout bag,
though, we could bring our odds up significantly.
“There’s plenty of food in
the Amazon from plantains to fish, so if you don’t like monkey, we won’t eat
it.”
She shudders again. “Thank
you.”
“You a vegetarian?”
No, that couldn’t be right.
Didn’t she eat some prosciutto at the café? But I want to hear it from her. I
want to know everything about her.
“No, but for some reason
eating something that screams like a human freaks me out.”
“Monkey is off the menu,” I
say, making no attempt to move away from her rack. “I have a knife in my belt.”
“Do you have anything else
besides the knife?” she asks. Her tone is accusatory like I’m holding out on
her.
“No,” I say slowly. “Just
the knife.”
She narrows her eyes and
then reaches out with her good hand and pokes my waistline. “What about that?”
“My pants? I don’t think
that they’d fit you or they’d be a good weapon. Besides, I’d rather my legs
didn’t get eaten by mosquitos.”
“Look, if you just plan on
leaving me behind, then do it now. Don’t string me along.”
“I have no idea what you’re
talking about.” Just my luck to perv on a crazy woman.
“That!” she spits out, and
this time her finger jabs lower, right into the meat of my dick. I flinch back.
“I can tell you’re packing something. What’s that thing in your pocket?”
“None of your fucking
business,” I growl out, my happy feeling sucked away. I can feel the heat
rising in my face that has nothing to do with the humidity. I will my erection
to subside but as she stares at it, it does nothing but grow.
“Oh my god. Is that a . . .
that’s not a gun, is it?” Her lips part in shock.
“No.” The erection isn’t
going to go down anytime soon. Not with her eyes wide with wonder. She raises
her gaze to me and then drops back down again, and hell if she doesn’t lick her
fucking lips. I turn away, unzip, and then pull the shaft straight up behind
the waistband of my cargo pants. I fasten the zipper, carefully, and then pull
my T-shirt down over the top. It hides most of the problem. “Let’s go.”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles.
I surge to my feet,
catching her off guard. She stumbles back and thankfully stops staring at my
junk. “Enough,” I growl more roughly than I intend. “We have important things
to concentrate on, like where are we going to sleep for the night.”
She looks stricken and nods
in agreement. “Sorry, I just was taken by surprise. You don’t have to tell me
what’s in your pocket if you don’t want to. But I need to remind you that we’re
in this together.”
I feel like an ass. I don’t
know whether to laugh or cry that she thinks my dick is fake. That’s a new
one.
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Jen
Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She's been reading stories all her life but
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Author Jessica Claire
This is a pen name for Jill Myles.
Jill Myles has been an incurable romantic since childhood.
She reads all the 'naughty parts' of books first, looks for a dirty joke in
just about everything, and thinks to this day that the Little House on the
Prairie books should have been steamier.
After devouring hundreds of paperback romances, mythology
books, and archaeological tomes, she decided to write a few books of her own -
stories with a wild adventure, sharp banter, and lots of super-sexy situations.
She prefers her heroes alpha and half-dressed, her heroines witty, and she
loves nothing more than watching them overcome adversity to fall into bed
together.
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