Stranded In Paradise

by Jennifer Cole

  “Hey, when I sing alone, no one complains.” He feigned offence. “Eat your lunch.” He chuckled, pointing to the clubhouse sandwich he set in front of her.

  After regaining her composure, Kenny decided to pry a little into Dax’s morning.

  “So, how was your meeting?” she asked, taking a bite of her sandwich.

  “Well, Clayton Waterston was understanding with regard to my car situation, and very impressed with the firm’s proposal. The Waterston Corporation is the newest and biggest client of the law firm of MacIntyre, McQuaid and Winslow,” he said with a wink.

  “Yay! That’s fantastic. I’m really happy for you! I knew you would kick ass, even if you weren’t physically there.”

  Dax seemed so much more relaxed than when she’d left him earlier. While they finished their lunch they continued to make small talk.

  Since Kenny had decided she wasn’t going back to the garage for the afternoon, she wanted to share a part of her life with the handsome city slicker. Dax hadn’t yet mentioned needing to go home, and she felt desperate to keep him around as long as she could.

  “Have you ever been horseback riding?” she asked, collecting his plate when they were finished.

  He shook his head. “No, actually I never have.”

  “Well, then you are in for a treat.” She grinned and gave him a wink. “Let’s go for a ride, huh?”

  * * * *

  “Okay, sure.” Hell, she could have asked him to hurl himself off a bridge with a bungee cord strapped around his ankles, which he would have never done, but would have readily agreed if Kendall had asked him. It didn’t matter what they did, Dax needed to be near her, needed to be with her.

  “Come with me,” she said, excitedly grabbing his hand.

  Following her out the back door, they walked toward a barn where Dax was surprised to see two horses standing in a corral watching their approach.

  “I looked out the window earlier,” he told her. “I didn’t see them.”

  Kendall snorted. “These two are not early risers. The only time I see them before noon is if I come out here and kick them out of the barn. Hi, boys.” She stroked the noses of each beast. “This is Sir Edgar of Prague,” she introduced a beautiful chocolate colored stallion to Dax. “And this is Her Secret Delight,” she said of an incredibly handsome ebony steed. “To be honest their pedigree means nothing to me, I call them Eddie and Sam.” She turned to him. “They’re both retired from the racing circuit, having won many honors and awards.” She shrugged causally. “But I fell in love with them at first sight and wanted them as pets. Don’t be nervous, they’re very gentle.”

  “Well then, lead on, my lady,” he purred close to her ear as he stood behind her, stroking Eddie’s snout. Dax delighted in the gentle tremble of Kendall’s body as he pressed his body against hers.

  As she leaned into him, Dax felt his cock about ready to explode. He wondered if Kendall felt the chemistry between them. She had to, he told himself. There was no way the attraction was one-sided, the pull was just too strong.

  The nervous clearing of her throat brought Dax back to reality. Taking his hand in hers again, she led him into the barn, where the tack for the horses was kept.

  Taking their time, Kendall talked him through saddling the beasts and fitting them with bridles before the two of them set off.

  The sun was warm as it shone through the trees. A gentle breeze blew, carrying the fragrances of summer in the air. For a couple of hours they rode along the trails throughout the woods behind Kendall’s home.

  Dax found himself feeling something he’d never experienced before…a sense of peace, tranquility.

  The beauty surrounding him was indescribable. Riding through the woods was relaxing, comforting, soothing, and riding behind her just added to his content. The way she commanded the stallion beneath her reminded him of the power she held over him. She didn’t know it, but with just a smile and a tilt of her head she had the ability to command him to do just about anything she wanted.

  As they returned to the barn and dismounted from the magnificent beasts, he discovered he was drawn into the world of Kendall Zurich. She stimulated parts of his anatomy in ways he’d never felt before. And he ached for more.

  Once they removed the saddles from the stallions, she handed him a brush and they groomed the two beasts before putting them away for the night. Dax delighted in the incredible pleasure he gained from performing such a simple task. Never before had he experienced something so fulfilling as grooming a horse. The beast relished in his gentle strokes, he could feel Sam’s strong muscles ripple under his stroking hands.

  After they tucked the horses in their stalls for the night, Dax grabbed Kendall by her shoulders, spinning her around, and pulled her against him. “Thank you,” he whispered before placing a light kiss on her lips.

  * * * *

  Kenny’s tummy flipped and her heart raced. Gripping his forearms, she held on for dear life. Dax’s lips were soft, his kiss confident. The feel of his hands resting on her shoulders, though gentle, carried a touch of possession. At that moment, she wanted to be nowhere else than in this man’s arms.

  “For what?” she asked breathlessly, as he pulled away. The heated look of desire in his eyes, told her he was fighting his arousal, just as she was.

  “For allowing me to share a part of your life.” His voice was rough, husky.

  Feeling the unmistakable firmness of his erection pressing against her body, Kenny trembled in his embrace. Unwilling to fight it another minute, she was about to pull his mouth to hers once again and wrestle him to the ground when his deep voice interrupted her dirty thoughts.

  “I took a couple of steaks out of the freezer earlier,” he said softly. “I thought we would barbeque them for dinner. I hope that’s okay.”

  Kenny blinked several times to clear the fog of desire clouding her brain.

  “Uh, sure, that would be nice,” she finally answered.

  As they walked back toward the house, Dax wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand resting comfortably on the swell of her hip. Kenny was in a state of near delirium from the friction his body brushing hers created. Although a casual touch, it ignited a fire inside her she knew she wouldn’t be able to extinguish by her own hand.

  The humming in her body had her heart rate accelerated. Developing a mind of their own, her nipples grew into erect, painful tight peaks and her sex flooded with liquid heat. Back at the house, needing to put a little space between her and her handsome houseguest before she did something she might regret, Kenny excused herself.

  Once inside the privacy of her bathroom, she gave in to the sexual frustration she was consumed with by being in Dax’s presence. Shedding her clothes, she leaned into the tub and turned on the cold water. Climbing inside the enclosure, she pulled the curtain closed and stood under the spray streaming from the showerhead above. The cold water cascading over her made her nipples rock hard and her skin goose-fleshed but the fire burning between her legs only grew hotter.

  Needing relief from her sexual torment, Kenny’s fingers were drawn to the tiny nubbin pulsing at the juncture of her thighs. So far beyond needing warming up, she pushed a finger up inside her wet heat and with two fingers from her other hand, sought out the swollen bud of nerves driving her crazy. With firm pressure she pressed tight circles against the nub, matching the tempo of the finger moving inside her pussy. Her breath grew heavy as her lower belly tightened. Faster her fingers worked, pushing her beyond the point of no return. Release was within reach, so close. She sank her teeth into her lower lip to stop herself from crying out, and a torrent of cream coated her hands as her pussy spasmed.

  Leaning against the wall of the shower for support, she allowed the waves of her much-needed release to wash over her. When the throbbing of her body ebbed, and she’d regained some strength, Kenny continued with her shower.

  Her mind wandered to Dax, showering down the hall, au natural, soapy and wet, his hands washing his naked
body, slipping lower to stroke the length of his… With a groan of frustration, Kenny reached around to make sure the cold water tap was on full blast.

  Only when she began shivering did she shut the water off and climb out of the tub.

  * * * *

  Side by side, Kenny and Dax prepared their dinner. Despite masturbating in a frigid cold shower, she felt tortured by the warm throbbing in her clit yet again.

  After they’d eaten, they sat in the family room enjoying the remainder of a bottle of wine they’d opened with their meal. With her feet tucked beneath her, Kenny snuggled into the corner of the overstuffed sofa. Across the cozy room, Dax sat on an ottoman in front of the picture window, his elbows resting comfortably on his bent knees, his fingers laced together between.

  “I noticed your diploma on the wall in your office. Impressive. Why didn’t you say anything?”

  Kenny shrugged, feeling a little uncomfortable that’d he’d seen it. “Because it’s not really that big a deal.”

  “You hold an honors degree from Harvard Law School, Kendall, that’s a pretty big deal. Why don’t you practice?” As his eyes held her attention, she read his genuine interest in them, and his words.

  “It was never my thing,” she said with a shake of her head.

  “I don’t understand, honey.” Dax’s brows furrowed.

  He had called her honey so often since his arrival that it didn’t surprise her anymore as it slipped past his lips. The ‘pet’ name he used with her seemed natural, comfortable. Although she felt as if his endearing term just might lead her into a false sense of hope and security, Kenny couldn’t bring herself to ask him to stop.

  “Why would you go through law school to never practice?”

  After taking a sip from her wine glass, she sighed. “My father wanted me to be the best that I could be. He insisted on a top-notch education and a prestigious career, because he didn’t want me working in the garage for the rest of my life. My mother, on the other hand, taught me to always follow my heart, to do whatever makes me happy.” She smiled, allowing her thoughts to wander. “During my second year of law school, their car was hit by a drunk driver. They were both killed, along with the man driving the other vehicle.

  “I finished my law degree to honor my father’s wishes. After passing the bar, I went back to working in the garage, to honor my mother and to please myself. It’s where I’m most happy and content. I don’t want to work the rest of my life at a job that I don’t love, that I don’t thoroughly enjoy.”

  Despite the heat in the air, Kenny shivered. “Now, that’s enough about me. How about you, Dax? Why do you practice law? I have a sense you’re very good at it, but I can see in your eyes that you don’t enjoy it.”

  “How do you do that? How do you see what is in here?” He pointed a finger at the center of his chest.

  She shrugged and flashed him a shy smile.

  “You have me off-kilter, Kendall. In the past twenty-four hours, I don’t know if I’m coming or going. And for a guy who has never been allowed to be free and easy, always living a life of absolute structure… I love it. I’m off balance for the first time in my life, and I love it.”

  She winked, and a playful grin curled her lips. “You can’t take life too seriously, Mr. Winslow the Third. It’s far too short to go through it unhappy. Now, stop avoiding my question. Tell me why you practice in your father’s law firm, when you would much rather jab sharp pencils in your eyes.”

  * * * *

  Dax chuckled. The beauty across the room didn’t know how accurate her analogy was.

  “Law is my father’s life.” He waved his hand in the air for effect. Kendall giggled. “It was drilled into me from the day I was born that I would be a lawyer. I was a doodler growing up, but my father never took an interest in my art. I always wanted to be an architectural designer. Then, when I started building structures out of Legos, he didn’t hold back at voicing his disgust.”

  Dax stopped his verbal biography and took a swallow of his wine. “After witnessing the hell my eldest brothers went through living their dreams, I followed the path my father led and went to law school. I majored in law and minored in architectural design. The year before I passed the bar, I changed my major and focused on design. My father still has no idea I hold two degrees, or that I’ve sold several designs. If he only knew I agreed to meet with Waterston just to sell another design, he’d shit.” He smiled smugly.

  Kendall laughed. “Oh, you are a sneaky one, Dax Winslow the Third.”

  As he studied her, he felt his control slip. “I really hate my name.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” She looked apologetic. “I didn’t mean to offend you, I was just teasing.”

  “No, you didn’t let me finish. I hate my name, but I love the way you say it.” Yup, there was his self-control walking down the hall and through the front door. He mentally waved bye-bye. “You have no idea how aroused it makes me to hear my name spoken from your lips.” He stood and closed the short distance between them. “Say it again.”

  From her cushion on the sofa, she grinned up at him mischievously. “Dax Winslow…the Third.”

  Taking the wine goblet from her hand, he set it on the table beside her. Grabbing her hands in his, Dax roughly pulled Kendall to her feet and tugged her against him.

  “Again,” he growled low.

  “Dax…Winslow…the…Third.” She barely had the words out when his lips crushed against hers.

  * * * *

  Dax’s lips were firm, possessive and his taste was like nothing she’d ever sampled before. He tasted of power, confidence and desire. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she explored his mouth with an urgency that alarmed her. Thrusting her tongue between Dax’s full, delicious lips, she grew heady savoring his taste.

  “I want to make love to you, Kendall,” he murmured against her lips.

  Along his warm, solid frame, she shuddered excitedly. “Mmm, I want that, too.”

  She slipped her tongue past his lips to explore the depths of his mouth.

  Gripping his shirt in her fists, she pulled sharply, sending the buttons flying in various directions around the room. Stroking her hands along the firm swells of the muscles sculpting his chest, she savored the feel of his flesh beneath her fingertips. As her hands ventured lower and unfastened the button and zipper of his shorts, Dax pulled away slightly, his heated gaze fixed on her.

  Holding his attention, Kenny reached inside, wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and withdrew it from his pants. Using firm pressure, she began to stroke him with purpose. His throaty moan filled the room as she used her other hand to cup his testes, squeezing them. His skin was soft, silky smooth, his flesh heavy in her palm. The weeping slit at the tip of the dark purple head made her mouth water. Standing up on her toes, she leaned into him and ran her tongue along the seam of his mouth.

  With a sharp nip at his lower lip, she pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Get these off,” she ordered, pushing his jeans with one hand while the other continued to stroke his shaft.

  Releasing his hold on her waist, Dax shoved his shorts down his hips, kicking them aside. Her hand never released his hardened flesh. Once he stood straight again, Kenny dropped to her knees and winked up at him as she flicked her tongue across the crown of his cock. The taste of his flesh on her tongue made her head spin. More, her mind screamed. Squeezing the base of his shaft drew his wide-eyed expression to her once more. Enjoying the gentle quiver of his lower lip, she licked her lips and slowly slid them around the head of his cock. His deep growl vibrated through her, and as she watched his eyes squeeze shut and his head fall back, she was consumed with a feeling of sexual control.

  The feel of his fingers gripping fistfuls of her hair, combined with the jerky movements of his hips thrusting against her face, told her Dax was losing the battle with his own control. She looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes and took his thick shaft completely down her throat.

  “Oh, Christ,” Dax gro
aned loudly, and she felt his legs waver.

  Kenny hummed with satisfaction around the cock in her mouth. Hungrily she sucked, trying to take him even deeper. He tasted of virile man, exciting, delicious. Gently she palmed his testicles and reached her other hand up to pinch his nipples roughly.

  * * * *

  Nearly ready to explode, Dax shuddered and pulled his cock from her hungry mouth.

  Lowering himself to the floor, he tugged Kendall’s shirt over her head. Wasting no time, he rid her body of her bra and leaned her back until she lay on the plush carpeted floor. With one swift motion, he pulled her shorts and panties from her body and pushed her legs wide.

  A savage growl from deep within his chest filled the room, as he took in the sight of her bare pussy. The plump lips glistened with her cream, and the musky aroma of her arousal made his balls tighten. Christ, he was going to come all over the fucking floor if he didn’t exercise a little more patience. The seductive little minx was testing the last fiber of his control as she lay spread out before him.

  Using his fingers, he spread her smooth lips open, revealing the swollen pink bud hidden within to his hungry gaze. “Mmm, very nice, baby,” he moaned as his eyes met hers. The blush that traveled from the tight tips of her rosy nipples all the way up to her cheeks was nearly his undoing.

  Dipping his head between her splayed thighs, he stroked his tongue the length of her wet sex. When he flicked his tongue across her swollen clit and she cried out, Dax closed his mouth around her flesh and suckled her gently. Finally tasting her, he took his time, his tongue probed, exploring her depths, savoring her flavor.

  As his feasting mouth brought her to an explosive orgasm, she called out his name and tangled her fingers in his hair as he lapped up her creamy offering. Not about to allow Kendall to cool off, he crawled up the length of her body to suckle her breasts thoroughly before capturing her mouth again.

  Their fierce oral exploration of each other seemed to steal her breath away. As she lay beneath him, spread eagle, gasping for breath, he thrust his hips forward, impaling Kendall with his rock-hard shaft. Crying out, she wriggled against him as he slowly withdrew. When he slid back inside her heat, her hips bucked to meet his commanding thrusts. She met him stroke for stroke as he pounded himself into her body.