by Karen Kelley
“Are you okay?”
“For someone about to go to prison? Sure, I’m fine.” She came to her feet. “I was going to make s’mores but changed my mind. They say chocolate makes everything better. I don’t know.
I’ve never gotten around to checking it out for myself. Would you like some?”
He shook his head as he walked toward her. “We still have time to catch them.”
“If Ethan robbed the bank, then we won’t pin him with the crime. We never quite hit it off, but I can’t say anything against his skills as an officer. He’s good. On the other hand, Sheriff Barnes has enough evidence needed to place the blame at mine and Grandpa’s feet. It will happen like your friend predicted. I’ll go to prison, Grandpa will have a heart attack, and Tilly’s new digs will be under a bridge. I wonder how bad the other inmates will treat me once they discover I’m a cop. Maybe they’ll have chocolate in prison and I can finally see if it works to ward off the blues.”
He stopped beside her and gathered her in his arms. At first she resisted, but it didn’t take much prodding for her to rest her head against his shoulder with a deep sigh. He held her close, breathing in the scents of almond and coconut from her trip to the beauty parlor. She smelled good, and her soft body pressed against his made it difficult to concentrate.
“Make love to me,” she whispered, voicing his thoughts.
“You’re depressed.”
“Make me un-depressed.”
“Close your eyes.”
He felt the tremble that ran through her. Air rushed past. She tightened her hold around his neck. He kept her close against him so she wouldn’t be scared. Like before, air swirled around them, lights flashed. Her hold tightened. Then it was over and they were standing on solid ground again.
“The House of Ecstasy,” she said as she looked around the cavernous room. “I don’t know if I’m up to watching other people making love.”
“We won’t be watching anyone this time.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t want anyone watching me, either.”
He pulled her along with him as they walked to the door.
The window opened. The blue light swept over them again, creating the same heat as before. When the door opened, they walked inside.
“Where are you taking me this time?” she asked, curiosity lacing her words.
“We’re going swimming,” he told her and stopped in front of another door. Before he opened it, Dillon pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Raine nibbled her bottom lip.
He unfastened his belt, then the top button of his jeans. Her eyes locked on his hands as he tugged the zipper down. He toed off his boots; his socks followed. Then he removed his jeans and boxers.
She visibly swallowed. She finally dragged her gaze back up when his hat landed on top of the pile.
“You’re magnificent,” she breathed, reaching out to run purple painted nails down his chest.
He sucked in a mouthful of air, wondering how her touch had the power to turn his insides to mush. Rather than dwell on the answer, he took the hem of the long shirt she wore and pulled it over her head, adding it to the pile. He’d known she wouldn’t be wearing anything else, but his imagination wasn’t nearly as good as looking at the real thing. His dick quivered with the need to sink inside her, but it was too soon and he had more pleasure to experience with her.
He opened the door and took her hand. She followed, but he noticed her slight hesitation. She wasn’t as tough as she acted.
He waited for her reaction, hoping she wouldn’t be disappointed.
Her gaze slowly scanned the room. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief. “This is perfect.” She began to laugh as she moved the rest of the way inside.
He relaxed. “I thought you’d like it.” He glanced around.
The pool was filled with chocolate rather than water. There was a chocolate waterfall and a chocolate hot tub. “Are you game?”
“Yes, I am.” She walked to the edge of the pool and jumped in. Chocolate came to her shoulders. “It’s cold.” She laughed.
“But how does it feel?”
“Join me and find out for yourself.”
He walked to the edge and jumped in. The chocolate was thin so they could easily move around. And she was right. It was cold. He moved nearer, scooping up a handful and dumping it over her head.
She screamed and jumped back, laughing more. “I can count on one hand the times I’ve splurged on going to a beauty shop, and you’ve ruined my new hairdo,” she said with a pout.
He was an idiot not to think about that. Women were very particular about their hair and makeup. “Raine, I’m sorry.” He didn’t pick up the emphasis of the palm of her hand sliding forcefully across the chocolate until a wide stream hit him square in the face. “That was dirty.” He wiped the chocolate off his face just in time to see her grin and dive into the pool. He should’ve known she wouldn’t be that concerned with messing up her hair. He dove in after her.
She didn’t stop swimming until she was beneath the waterfall, then she moved to her back and floated under it, gasping when the chocolate hit sensitive areas. Her moan of pleasure almost did him in. He should’ve known it would be harder to hold back when she was floating naked in a pool of chocolate.
But he wanted her to relax and not worry about what was happening back home. There would be enough time for that when they returned. For now, he would enjoy watching her play.
When he saw she grew tired, he took her hand and helped her out of the pool.
“I want you,” she said.
Her words were almost too much. “I want you, too, but not yet.” He led her to the hot tub.
“Hot chocolate?”
“Hot fudge.”
The hot tub was even with the tiled surface so all they had to do was go down the steps. He went first, the heat of the chocolate surrounding him, then he reached out his hand. She took it and followed his lead. The thick chocolate moved over her legs, up her thighs. Her eyes drifted partially closed as she moved farther down the steps. She gasped when it rose higher, skimming between her legs.
“It’s very warm,” she said.
“Too hot?”
She shook her head. “I like it.”
He scooped some up and covered her breasts, smearing the thick chocolate over them. Sliding his hand down, then scooping up more, he massaged the warm fudge between her legs. She moved against his hand.
“They were right,” she said.
“Who?’
“The ones who said chocolate would make everything all better.”
He smiled and pulled her down deeper into the heat. Her expression showed her disappointment that he wasn’t going to continue touching her, but he had a feeling she knew there would be more pleasure, so she didn’t argue.
“Sit,” he told her when they were on the other side of the hot tub. “There are places below the surface to hold.”
She sat on the step. The fudge rose to her shoulders. “I have them.”
“There are pillows that will rise when you lean back. Rest your head against them and let yourself relax.”
She leaned back, her head resting against the pillow that rose beneath the surface. The fudge was thick enough to keep her body below the surface. But the best was yet to come.
“Do you feel relaxed?”
“Very.”
“Then spread your legs.”
Her eyes opened. The heat inside the hot tub rose. Her teeth scraped across her bottom lip and he knew her legs were opening.
With a wave of his hand jets began to vibrate the chocolate. She moaned, eyes closing. He sat down, grabbed the handles, and let his body unwind as the gentle vibrations caressed him. Wave after wave of hot fudge lapped his body, his dick.
He looked at Raine and knew she experienced the same sensations. The same pulsating massage. Her breathing came in tiny little gasps. Her back arched. Her breasts rose above the surface. He pushed himself up until he sat on
the side of the hot tub and watched.
“Dillon, oh damn, it feels so fucking good.”
He watched the passion on her face. She was at the peak of her desire. Close to the edge. “Spread your legs more,” he said. He waved his arm again and the gentle lapping of hot fudge began to ripple faster and faster.
Raine drew in a breath. “Dillon, I’m…”
“What? About to have an orgasm?”
“Yessss.”
“Let yourself go. The House of Ecstasy is no place to hold back. It’s a house where every sexual pleasure is experienced.” He waved his hand again. The sensual vibrations increased.
She cried out, back arching. He stared as she reached the peak of her passion. When he knew her energy was spent he jumped back into the hot tub and slipped his arms beneath her. As he lifted her out, tremors were running through her body.
He carried her past the pool and stepped into what looked like a jungle. She dragged her eyes open and smiled at him.
“That was nice. Thank you.”
“I’m not finished.” Water sprayed down on them. He set Raine on her feet, holding her until she was steady once again.
“A rain forest.” She laughed and raised her arms. Chocolate fudge ran down her body as she swayed to the erotic beat coming from speakers around them. He could only watch as her body undulated beneath the spray, her breasts lightly bouncing, hips swaying to the rhythm. The rain changed to a light mist scented with jasmine and coconut, then to fog that changed colors from hazy blue to red, green, and yellow. He caught glimpses of her naked body as she danced.
She watched him, knowing exactly what she did to his senses.
Her eyes told him she teased with her body. The house was a place where you could indulge in every kind of sexual fantasy. When he knew she was ready, he strolled nearer and slid his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. He led her out of the jungle. There was a lot more he wanted to show her. The night had only just begun.
Chapter 22
When Dillon took her hand and led her from the foggy mist, she was more than ready to have him make love to her, but he apparently had other plans. She wondered what he would show her this time, but he only took her to a bar. There was no one behind the counter. Crystal glasses in all shapes and sizes sat in front of a mirrored wall.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked as his hands circled her waist and he lifted her to the barstool. She didn’t have a chance to enjoy his touch before he moved away.
She was certain he was up to something and decided to play along. “I’d love something to drink.” Two long-stemmed glasses with a green frothy liquid were set in front of them. She quickly looked around, but they were still alone.
“Fairies are very fast. Sometimes you don’t realize they’re even around.” He picked up his glass and took a drink. “Try it. I think you’ll like the taste.”
Being nude when there might be people or fairies about didn’t really bother her. She was comfortable in her own skin. Since the drink Dillon took didn’t kill him, she figured it probably wouldn’t kill her either. She raised the glass to her lips and took a tentative sip.
But then again, he was an immortal.
“I’m not going to start dancing on tables, am I?”
He laughed and she decided she liked the sound. “No. I promise you won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
She took a longer drink, then set her glass down. The drink actually tasted good.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“I like it. Tropical, but different.”
“It has a special ingredient. A spice called carrella that you can only get in a fairy town.”
“What’s so special about it?” She brought her glass to her lips again and drained it.
“It heightens the senses. When mortals ingest the spice, their awareness increases. They feel things, like touch, more strongly.”
He brushed the backs of his knuckles over her breasts.
She jumped, then had to brace her arm on the edge of the bar so she wouldn’t tumble off the stool as erotic sensations flooded her system. Her nipples tightened, aching for more.
“And smell.” He picked up a rose that suddenly appeared on the counter and brought it to her nose. She automatically inhaled.
The sweet aroma of the flower filled her space. She wanted to see more, taste more, feel more.
“Why the drug, though? Haven’t I been a willing participant?”
“I don’t want you to think, only feel. I want you to experience the ultimate orgasm.” He trailed the rose between her breasts, over her abdomen, then between her legs.
“But a drug?”
He shook his head. “It’s only a spice. There will be no cravings later. No addiction. No aftereffects.”
“Nice.” She opened for him, wanting more. He didn’t disappoint as he brushed the rose back and forth between her legs. She wiggled to the edge of the stool. “More,” she demanded.
“And you will have more.” He tossed the rose to the side and took her hand.
She willingly followed where he led. Her body tingled as a soft breeze brushed across her skin. There were plants and trees everywhere. Butterflies and birds flitted about as they sought nectar. Vines grew up trees, the flowers bigger than two large fists put together. She looked down and saw that she walked across mossy ground. It was spongy beneath her feet.
Dillon stopped at two long tables covered in flower petals.
He helped her to lie down on her stomach, then he moved to the other. She couldn’t help wondering what he planned now. She didn’t wonder long. A man and woman stepped from behind a tree, each carrying a silver tray with pretty bottles. They set them down on a stand between the tables. The man came to Raine, the woman to Dillon. She wasn’t so sure she liked the turn of events.
Before she could protest, the man drizzled warm oil over her
back. The tropical scent of the drink she’d had rose around her.
His strokes were smooth as he began to massage the oil into her skin. She sighed and closed her eyes. Maybe she would allow him to touch her for a few minutes more. She’d given her share of massages, but this was the first time she’d received one. It was luxurious, sensual.
The man’s hands moved over her bottom, then down her legs.
He squeezed and released, inching his way back up. He stayed longer on her bottom this time, massaging her bare flesh. The movement caused her to rub against the bed. The friction started a warm ember glowing inside her. The heat began to spread to other parts of her body.
When he nudged her shoulder, she hesitated. Being around strangers naked was one thing, but facing them would be an entirely different matter. “Dillon?”
“Yes?”
She opened her eyes and stared. He was on his back and the woman was massaging lotion over his chest. He didn’t seem to have a problem. She felt rather silly for even questioning what the masseur was doing. She scooted to her back. The man scooped thick creamy lotion out of a jar and began to smear it across her shoulders. She could feel the stress and tension leaving her as she began to completely let go. She sighed, her eyes drifting closed, but not before she looked up.
Her heart skipped a beat. There was a mirror above them.
She saw everything the woman was doing to Dillon, her hands massaging his chest, moving lower. Dillon closed his eyes and raised his hips slightly when the woman’s nimble fingers stroked his cock. Raine couldn’t look away. She didn’t want to look away.
Until the man began to knead and massage her breasts. The lotion was cold at first but then it began to heat. He pulled at her nipples, pinching them. He took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed. Everywhere he touched, her body came alive.
He scooped more of the thick lotion and smeared it across her abdomen. His hands moved lower and lower until he was spreading her legs apart.
Her eyes moved to the mirror. He spread the lotion over her mound. She could barely breathe as s
he watched him inch closer and closer until he rubbed the creamy mixture down to her slit.
She was so sensitive that she cried out. The man moved to her legs. With long strokes, he massaged the cream into her skin.
The woman left Dillon and moved to Raine’s shoulders.
She splashed oil on her hands, then rubbed them together. The woman began to massage the oil into Raine’s skin. Raine looked into the mirror. Dillon was no longer on his table.
“Shh,” said the masseuse. “Just let the oils perform their magic.”
There was something soothing about her voice that calmed any reservations Raine might have. She was pretty with blond hair reaching to her waist in soft golden waves. The man was golden too, with pale blond hair. She frowned. And they were no longer wearing clothes. But it didn’t matter as the woman’s light touch moved over her body. She stroked and caressed. The man moved to her shoulders, the woman to Raine’s waist. They massaged at the same time, touching her in places that left her panting.
When she thought she could stand no more, Dillon was suddenly beside her on the table and the couple was gone. His mouth covered her breast, his tongue teasing the nipple while his other hand teased the nipple of her other breast.
“You’re doing it again,” she said.
He released her breast and looked into her eyes. “Doing what?”
“Taking control. I don’t like giving it up.”
“But doesn’t this feel good?” He slid his hand lower and began to run his fingers through her curls.
She raised her hips. God, yes, it felt so good, but her mouth was so dry she couldn’t talk. She desperately needed to have him inside her, stroking her in other places. Before she could say more, he nudged her legs open and scooted between them.
“I love looking at you like this.” He met her eyes. “It’s not so hard to let go.”
No, she would not give in to weakness. “No one will ever control me.” She started to rise, but he moved his thumbs over her labia, massaging, and she collapsed back on the table.
“Don’t you know how much you’re controlling me right now?” he asked with disbelief. “Can’t you see how much I want you? How much I need you?”
