Mason's jaw clenched as he followed her eyes to the television. "Show me."
Janelle turned on the television and started the player, then sat down beside Mason on the sofa. She watched his reactions as he watched the episode and with each passing minute she saw his anger increase, but he said nothing. When the episode ended he remained silence for a couple of minutes, as Janelle's heart raced.
Slowly, he shook his head. "She never stayed in my room Janelle. Never."
"But she went in..."
He turned to her and shook his head. "And I kicked her out less than a minute after she entered. And the pool. I never kissed her. Yes, I was close to her, but just to tell her it would never happen. I just didn't want to embarrass her, but telling her so the cameras could hear."
Janelle felt her face flushing. "Oh." She looked down at her hands, embarrassed she could ever have doubted him. "It just... Looked..."
He took a deep breath in and slowly released it. "I've been miserable this past week without you. The house was so quiet. My bed so... empty."
Janelle lifted her eyes to meet his. "Me too."
"So, I was doing a lot of thinking this past week. I want you to come to New York with me."
Her heart skipped a beat. "What? New York? Move in with you?"
He nodded. "I know it's a big step and we've only known each other for a month. But this has been one of the best months of my life Janelle. And this past week without you has been one of the worst."
She knew what he meant. She'd felt the same way. But it seemed so crazy, so fast. But what was life without taking a chance. She had nothing holding her in Bangor, other than a bartending job and she could just as easily do that in New York.
"There's no place I'd rather be."
Chapter 9
He smiled widely, the dimples she adored appearing. "Me either." He leaned over and kissed her softly. With such tenderness that it left her light-headed.
"That's the robe you were wearing in the mansion isn't it?"
Laughing, Janelle nodded glancing down at the robe that had partially fallen open. Embarrassed she attempted to pull it together, but he stopped her. The feel of his hands over hers sent a chill down her spine and she inhaled sharply. The spark was there, more powerful than ever.
"Oh, and guess what," he said, pushing her back onto the sofa and giving the tie on her robe a tug.
"What?" she managed to gasp.
"No cameras."
The robe fell away and she sighed loudly. No cameras... A soft smile touched her lips as she looked up at him hovering over her body, with a hand bracing up his weight planted at the side of her head.
"Just me and you." He lowered his lips to the side of her neck. He kissed her neck softly and she sighed again.
"Me and you," she echoed as the familiar sensual sensations rushed through her.
She slipped her hands under his shirt and pushed it up, caressing the muscle in his back as he lowered himself onto her. His rising cock pressed against her groin as his body fully covered hers, the only thing separating them was his jeans.
As Mason's mouth moved lower and across her collarbone, Janelle's fingers quickly undid his pants. She couldn't believe how needy she was for him, but she loved it. She loved the need and fire she had within her for him, she revelled in it.
Mason's mouth reached her breast and his tongue flicked at her nipple. She moaned softly, her hands no longer able to finish their task as the sensations his tongue was having on one nipple while his fingers pinched and rolled the other into a hardened peak.
"I've missed you Mason."
"Me too honey." He sat up and pulled his t-shirt up and off and then tossed it to the floor. Standing, he quickly shed the remainder of his clothing, to stand gloriously naked in front of her, his cock begging her to lick, suck and fuck it.
Janelle, started to sit up to wrap her lips around his cock, but he stopped her.
"Later."
She groaned in frustration. "Has anyone ever told you that you're awfully bossy?" she teased.
"All the time, usually when I'm putting handcuffs on them though." He paused and a look of mischief flashed in his eyes. "Stand up."
She did as told, curious as to what he had in mind.
Mason slipped the robe from her body, but didn't toss it to the floor straight away. Instead, he pulled the belt from the robe before allowing it to drop to the floor with his clothing.
She glanced down at the soft belt and then up at him. "Now what do you plan on doing with that?" While she asked the question, she knew. Her pussy began to throb and her juices gathered between her legs.
She began backing away from him and towards the bedroom, keeping her eyes locked to his lust filled grey ones.
He gave her a sexy grin and began stalking towards her.
Laughing she turned and ran for the bedroom, Mason hot in pursuit.
He grabbed her around the waist just as she entered the bedroom and scooped her up into his arms. She squealed in surprise and delight, as she carried her over to the four posted bed and deposited her on the center.
"Well considering you jumped to the conclusion that I would get with Bambi, I think you need to be punished."
Janelle laughed harder. "Is that so?"
"Uh-huh." He climbed onto the bed with her, grabbed her wrists, lifted them over her head and quickly secured her hands to one of the bedposts.
She tested the binds and discovered she was trapped and at his mercy. And she loved it! Her pussy was throbbing so horribly, she suspected all he'd need to do would be thrust a finger into her and she'd come - hard and fast.
"Hmmm. Now what am I going to do with you?" He rubbed his chin as his eyes scanned the length of her body.
"Fuck me," she couldn't stop herself from answering.
His eyes darkened and the desire was so thick in his eyes, it left her breathless. He slipped onto the bed and stretched out alongside of her. She wiggled, attempting to free her hands, but it was no use.
"Oh, you're not getting away." He leaned over and kissed her stomach, his lips slowly moving lower.
She groaned, she couldn't imagine wanting to get away. Not when he was sending so many amazing sensations through her.
"Mason," she moaned, she wanted him so much it was literally hurting. She spread her legs a little wider trying to ease some of the building tension between them. The juices that had been building between her legs, dripped between her ass cheeks.
Mason kissed her mound, spread her pussy lips and blew between her soft, juicy folds. A wave of pleasure rushed through her, running from the top of her head to explode between her legs. She pulled and tugged at the binds around her wrists, but to no avail.
"I need you. Please."
He kissed her mound once more and his eyes locked to hers. The intensity and fire within her eyes sent another shiver through her.
Straightening up, he repositioned his body between her legs and settled himself onto her. "Now do you think you're in a position to be demanding anything?" he murmured as he ran a string of kisses along her jaw while stroking the length of her slit with the head of his cock.
She shook her head. "No, Sir."
He chuckled, but his laughter was low and husky.
Damn, even his chuckling turns me on!
He pressed his cock into her, slowly and she moaned softly. Janelle bucked against him, attempting to impale herself fully onto his shaft.
"Impatient, impatient," he scolded her, brushing his lips across hers.
"Only for you," she whispered against his lips and then cursed silently in frustration as she tried to free herself so she could touch him and couldn't.
"Oh Janelle," he groaned as he pushed himself into her fully.
She cried out against his lips and the tension was released with a single thrust of his cock. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she came, making him groan in response.
"You make me crazy honey," he whispered against her lips before kissing her harder, hi
s tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to move with him as he thrust into her. Their bodies began to move as one, in perfect harmony. His movements within her were slow, methodical and filled with such passion and affection that it brought tears to her eyes. With each thrust of his cock, she felt his love and affection for her.
It was intense. It was overwhelming. The feel of his body rubbing against hers was the best she'd ever felt. His lips left hers and began to move down her neck. Janelle arched her back, tilting her head back giving him better access to her tender flesh.
She felt her desire building once more. Her pussy throbbed and with each thrust of his cock, the head of his cock stroking her inner wall, as she came closer and closer to her amazing climax. She wiggled once more against the restrains and suddenly her hands were free! She grabbed onto his shoulders and held on tight, relishing the feel of his beautiful body. The waves of pleasure came faster and harder, her moans becoming louder and more feverish.
Close, so close.
"Janelle."
She opened her eyes and their gazes locked. The look of fire, passion and affection in his eyes was more than she could handle and the feelings overwhelmed her as her body let go and her pussy juices flooded his cock.
"Oh God," he groaned, releasing deep within her.
She held tight to him, trembling under his hard body as he filled her with his seed. With a loud sigh, Mason's forehead dropped to her shoulder and they basked in the feel of their united bodies.
When he looked back up and met her gaze, her heard leapt. "My God, I'm falling for you."
She touched the side of his face tenderly. "I fell for you the first day we met."
The look in his eyes said it all to her. He was hers, fully and completely. Hers.
*****
~ The Mansion: Final elimination ~
"Wow, back again." Janelle held tight to Mason's hand as they sat with the other eight eliminated contestants across the room from the finalists Bambi and Trevor.
Mason glanced over at her and smiled, giving her hand a quick squeeze.
Janelle was excited to see Nadine again, but sadly Nadine was heartbroken seeing Trevor hand Bambi across from them holding hands and acting like the perfect couple. Janelle could sympathize, Nadine had developed genuine feelings for Trevor and to see him shift his focus so quickly would hurt. If it had of been Mason sitting up there with Bambi she would have been a wreck.
"Alright everybody. It's time to announce the winner of "The Game Of Love," and recipient of the two hundred thousand dollars."
At this point Janelle couldn't have cared less who one the singles prize. She hated Bambi, but was also bitter with Trevor over him hurting Nadine so at that point she couldn't have cared less.
The couple’s prize however, she still held onto a small hope on that. She had just moved to New York and she and Mason quickly realized his one bedroom apartment was making for cramped accommodations for the two of them. The house would be a dream come true for them, and a good start for their lives together. She didn't hold much hope of winning, but Mason seemed to be optimistic and his optimism seemed to be spreading onto her.
So caught up in her thoughts she didn't even hear the winner's name being called until she noticed everyone clapping and Bambi stood, beaming from ear to ear.
After several minutes of congratulations, Grant moved onto the award that she and Mason were waiting for. She looked up at Grant and he mouthed we got this over to her.
Oh God, I hope so, she mouthed back.
"The couple who are the winner of the couples cash prize to be split between them and a house to start their lives together won by a landslide," Grant informed the group, speaking towards the camera.
Janelle held her breath. Please, please, please... She silently prayed. Mason flinched and as she looked down she noticed her fingernails were digging into his hand she was so nervous. She immediately loosened her grip and looked up at him apologetically.
The wink he gave her in return set her at ease. The house and money would be great but she had what was most important. She had the best prize already standing beside her.
"Janelle and Mason, please stand!"
Cheers, clapping and whistles followed the announcement and it wasn't until Mason stood and gave her hand a tug that she realized it was real. She'd won, they'd won. Glancing over at Bambi's scowling at her and Mason confirmed what she'd heard. Feeling giddy and light-headed Janelle stood with Mason accepting the congratulations.
"Congratulations honey," Mason said, pulling her against him.
Looking up into his grey eyes, she knew she was a winner. She went onto the show hoping to pay for school and keep from being evicted and now she had everything she could have dreamed of, and it was all centered around the sexiest, sweetest, most amazing man she'd ever met.
The End
Excerpt From
The Bounty Hunter
And The Girl From The
Coffee Shop
By
Terry Towers
Available Now
Chapter 1
Portland, Maine - Day 1
Lincoln had been watching Angelique Donovan - a twenty-eight year old bail jumper - for several days now from the cover of his black 1969 Chevy Impala SS. It wasn't the most inconspicuous car to be on a stakeout in, but it was as close to a partner as he ever got. He'd been given it by his father on his eighteenth birthday - fifteen years ago - just before both of his parents died in a head on collision with a drunk driver.
He had four sisters, though he rarely saw them; life happens like that sometimes and he'd grown to accept that. They all lived in various areas of the North East, while he’d moved to Denver eight years ago and never looked back. For the most part, the car was the closest thing to family that he had and considering he spent more time in it tracking down bail jumpers, than he did in his apartment, he considered the car his home.
The dark-haired beauty was a hard worker, he'd give her that much. She pulled in long shifts every day and of the past three days he'd watched her, two of the shifts had been doubles. Regardless of how many hours she worked, she always greeted each customer with a wide, friendly smile. If he allowed himself he could have easily been pulled in by that bright smile, and the friendly gleam in her lively blue eyes.
But he wouldn't allow himself, because this time next week he'd be handing her over in handcuffs to the authorities in Denver, Colorado, where she was to stand trial on a murder charge. He had wondered countless times over the past few days how such a sweet, pretty little thing like Angelique Donovan could murder anyone. But he'd been a bounty hunter for close to ten years and one thing he'd learned in his time capturing bail jumpers was that anyone is capable of committing a crime. And in many cases it was the people you least expected that committed the worst kinds.
Lincoln sighed. "Well, show-time," he grumbled, thrusting his pistol in his shoulder holster, stuffing a pair of handcuffs in the pocket of his black leather bomber jacket and opening the car door. Not bothering to lock the car, he strutted across the parking lot of the coffee house towards the front entrance, keeping his eyes locked on Angelique.
He wondered if she'd be the type to run when she discovered who he was and why he was there. Most were, but considering it was a public place with so many co-workers around, maybe he'd get lucky and she'd go quietly, maybe even without him having to cuff her.
A guy can only dream.
He opened the front door of the coffee shop for a couple of elderly ladies to exit. They looked up at him, soft smiles touching their lips and muttered their thanks. He gave them a curt nod of his head and slipped through the open door. Of the three girls working the front cashes, Angelique was the only one busy so he waited in line for her.
"I can help you over here, Sir," one of the available hostesses told him but he gave a slight shake of his head.
"Nah thanks, I'll wait for Angelique."
; He heard one of the girl mutter 'typical' under her breath followed by, 'she gets all the hot ones.' Lincoln grinned to himself at being referred to as a 'hot one' and removed the mirrored sunglasses that covered his stormy grey eyes and gave the hostess that made the hot one comment a wink. She flushed and scurried away into the back kitchen causing his grin to widen.
The customer before him took his coffee from the counter when Angelique presented him with it and left. His turn. Stepping up to the counter, with his thumbs hooked into the front pockets of his jeans he waited for Angelique to acknowledge him.
"How can I help you?" Angelique looked up, her eyes shining, her smile friendly. She chewed at her lower lip as she waited for his response, drawing his eyes to her full, glossed lips.
His cock stirred in his jeans and he growled at himself for letting his mind become distracted; even if it was just long enough to admire her subtle beauty. Shit, even the dorky visor sitting atop her head looked adorable.
Fuck and double fuck.
He cleared his throat, pushing his attraction for her to the back of his mind. He had a job to do and eyeing her like a teenager with a hard-on wasn't going to get it done. He slipped his hand into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out his badge. "Well, Angelique... you could help by coming quietly with me."
He locked gazes with her and waited for it - waiting for the pieces of the puzzle to fall into place for her and for her to realize she'd been tracked down and that she was going to be taken back to Denver.
That's it honey, think it over....
Lincoln held his breath, and before his eyes the realization set in. Her eyes widened, her smile faded, and she took a couple of steps back from the cash register.
Oh come on, don't make me chase you.
But she was going to run; he could see it in her eyes, as they quickly surveyed the restaurant around her. It was the look a deer got when it sensed a hunter and was about to make a run for it. She took another step back.
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