The Simply Breathtaking Series

Excerpt for my upcoming story

This excerpt is an Advanced Reading Copy, an uncorrected proof which may differ to the market book. 

The follow-on from Ample Attraction

Bellibone

“The race is on to get this beautiful… good woman.”

By Melissa Craig

 

Prologue 

Jenna continued to look at herself in the mirror in shock. “No way,” she repeated her thoughts out loud as she tried to bring to mind the night before. The more she struggled to recall the fragments of both Andy and Ryan standing naked before her, the more strained she became. She shook her head and clasped her hand over her mouth, unable to break contact with her own widening eyes – fuck. She gasped and looked at her palm; the smell of sex was fearsome.

“No, no. It didn’t happen. It couldn’t have.” She disagreed with her mind, which was on the edge of losing it. Jenna stepped into the shower and hoped she could wash away her sin. “It’s fine,” she said while staring at the liquid soap, even though she knew it wasn’t. Yet the verbal reassurance didn’t stop her heart from plummeting; she had crossed the line from friendship with the two men she had had magnetism; ample attraction it was. There was no turning back. How was she going to gaze at them without wanting sex, or worse, have them look at her with their hungry eyes? For if they did, she would cave for another slice of their paradise.

She sat in the hot shower for heaven knows how long, trying to come up with ideas of what to say to her boys. Unwilling, she turned off the water, no closer to an answer. With a towel in hand, she enjoyed the way it flowed over her sensitive skin, interrupted by a flashback of their faces and the joy they displayed the instant they gave her pleasures. Things a girl could only dream. Jenna’s cooch throbbed with the recollection as the words amazing lovers had a whole new meaning. The softness of the fabric soothed over her. Her breath sped up, knowing she wanted to let go of everything for another fleeting moment of Andy and Ryan encapsulating her and give rise to a whirlwind state so she could float on cloud nine.

The sound of water droplets on the letter that sat on the bench brought her back into the moment. She stood frozen, but not from the coolness… from the words that jumped off the page at her… we await your call. Andy and Ryan were the last people she wanted to talk to as she was happy to live in the memories that invaded her mind and needed time to think. They’re not getting a call soon. Jenna needed to vent to someone that wouldn’t judge her actions. Emily popped into her mind, but Jenna remembered calling her a slut before she demanded that she stay away, seconds before she vomited over her. Jenna covered her own face, ashamed at her actions and queasy at the thought. Emily wasn’t the person she should offload too. Heavy-footed Jenna rushed to her cell and called Lilly, who answered on the second ring.

“Hey, gorgeous, how was last night? Sorry we couldn’t make it,” Lilly said.

“No, that’s cool. Have you heard from Em?” Jenna asked as she took some headache tablets.

“No. I only just turned on my phone as Joe and I didn’t want an interruption last night, if you know what I mean,” Lilly said.

“Yeah, I hear you.”

“Why? What’s up?”

“I did something and I need…”

“Hang on, babe; I have another call. Can you hold?”

“Yeah, sure,” Jenna said, rubbing her forehead. She paced while listening to the “on hold” music, trying to work out what to say without sounding as a sex deviate, bilious at the possibility of sharing her inner thoughts. After another five painstaking minutes, Lilly returned.

“Hey, Darl, I need to see a client pronto. Can I call you after work and then we can discuss it over a bottle of wine?”

“Sure, it can wait. It’s nothing. Cool… tonight. Talk soon.”

Jenna threw the phone on the bed and went for a sprint on the beach to de-mist her head. She pushed herself faster than ever. The tougher she jogged, the harder the sand forced through her toes, allowing her mind to open to the skin-slapping fragments. She recalled Andy’s words – “All I can think of is wolfing down your vertical smile” – glad that her head was stronger than her heart, otherwise she would catch the next boat to the island to see them. But, with every running step, her stubbornness was failing, and her pulsating smoo was winning out. You’re not going to the island, she told herself. The only other way to rid herself of her confusion was to get in the car and drive before she changed her mind. Jenna ran home.

The unkempt bed hurt her hankering for the boys as she changed, unable to stop herself from running her palm over her cooch. A quick intake of breath wasn’t the only thing Jenna experienced as her body reacted from the sexual touch; she drifted back into the fragments from their threesome. Her fingertips explored the warmth of her vaginal lips… sliding back and forth between her delicate flaps. Her head arched back as she yearned for more sinful moments purged. The more she looked at the sheets, the more she recalled holding on to them strong as she orgasmed, as the three of them did. She was close to creaming with the slow drag of her fingers, her mind lost in a world of night.

She gripped her vadge strong at the call back, and the tingles that flowed along her extremities amplified. A light moan echoed throughout the room as she rubbed herself. Jenna had a catchy breath as she recalled the way her boys’ lips touched her skin, the way they held her for hours on end. And the way they collapsed onto the bed before agreeing she was an amazing lover. This was her breaking point of no return. Jenna pushed harder on her mons and her buttocks tightened while flowing with a momentum, with the beauty of arousal. Her heart raced, and she pleaded for the moment not to end as she had never experienced such love and beauty from another until now. A groan escaped her lips as the first strong pulse thumped on her fingertips; Jenna slowed her pace and took her time rolling her eyes back as the throbbing increased.

Her legs now spread, Jenna readied herself for the final vibration to rush through her, cupping her pussy in tandem. With every second, her shaking grew in power, in urgency, until she reached that uncontrollable state and the final loud moan expelled. Jenna didn’t move a muscle, allowing the orgasmic pleasure to soak into her senses. She was unsure how much time had passed by as she continued to fondle for longer, enjoying the moment of making memories.

Now focused and dressed, Jenna grabbed an apple as she ran out the door with a spring in her step. The sound of her baby revved up put a contagious smile on her dial and, within minutes, she lapped up the sun’s rays with the roof open. She inhaled, calmed by the smell of cut sugar cane, which awakened happy memories of the time as a child cutting through the paddocks on the way home from school. Even the coolness of the winter air left goose bumps on her skin as it did, back in the day.

It was perfect for traveling; one couldn’t have asked for a more gorgeous weather. Jenna looked in her rear vision mirror and not a soul was seen, allowing her to enjoy the slow pace of her drive up the coast. She smiled at how her hair was flying around, wondering if it was the best move not wearing a cap after pushing it behind her ear for the umpteenth time. She was lost in awe with the sky above, elated her sexual life was back. It wasn’t as she had imagined; two men at once, though within, she cared for both of them. I’m no different to normal people. Ryan and Andy made her whole.

The power of the V8 purred as she worked the gears like her inner being. With a flick of the knob, the music boomed skyward out of the Mustang. Keywords such as “deep,” “hands,” and “open” sparked images and feelings of her two boys and how they pulled her closer to ecstasy the night before. Her body was humming and she couldn’t help but grin as she looked ahead.

The clear roads are too good to be true, Jenna thought, exhaling the second as she spotted the tourist bus. Not for its sheer slowness, but for the smell that came out of it, making her pleasant drive worse and glad she had spotted a passing lane. Upon zooming past the monstrosity, Jenna noticed a brand new MX5 Roadster on the other side of the road. A gorgeous, tall, dark-haired lady in stilettos bent over the boot. It wasn’t the short skirt she noticed. She noted the woman’s tanned long legs. But she also observed the Louis Vuitton bags she had removed that sat by her heels. Jenna knew the only reason those somewhat expensive suitcases rested on the dirt was because of a blowout. However, she continued driving until she had a safe spot to turn and go help the female, in case she didn’t know how to change a flat tire.

As she roared to a complete stop behind the damsel in distress, Jenna was sure the girl would have jumped from the noise of her car. But she continued to stare into the boot with the cell phone in hand. So much so that even popping the Mustang’s trunk didn’t grab the dame’s attention. Jenna rocked out of her beast and grabbed her wrench and jack. On approaching, she could hear the stress in the female’s voice.

“Can’t you come and help me! I can’t get it out. I’ve tried, but…” She must have heard Jenna and turned mid-sentence.

“You need a hand?” Jenna asked, and her breath faltered, as the lady standing before her was breath taking; she was class and more so. Her own heart dropped as the chick made it obvious to check her over and gaze back to her Mustang.

“Yeah, a girl has pulled over to help. No, she doesn’t look as if she would hurt me; however, she’s somewhat cute in her short shorts and looks to be keen on vintage cars. Not to alarm you, darling, but she’s holding a triangle thing and a piece of long metal in front of me.” The lady was talking of Jenna as if she couldn’t hear her, shocked that she had called her a girl, considering Jenna was closer to thirty than twenty. Lost in awe, Jenna’s eyes glanced over every part of the female art form. Her eyes glued to her glossy lips as they parted and recited her license plate number to the caller. She hadn’t seen ones with such perfection, plump top and bottom, and she yearned to touch them on her own. Jenna widened her eyes and looked to the ground to refocus.

“Yep, just wait and I’ll ask. Do you know how to change a tire, honey?” she questioned with a tone of poshness.

Jenna smiled and nodded. “Sure can!”

“Okay, my friend wants to talk to you.” On making her way closer, Jenna realized this woman smelt as good as a dessert, and accepted the phone with a simper. “Hello.”

“Thank you for stopping, Jenna. Thought a crazy man would’ve stopped and helped Jess.”

“No. Not a man; just an insane female.” Jenna laughed out loud and could hear the crickets chirp at the awkward silence. “I’m joking,” Jenna reassured him. “Hey, how do you know my name?”

“I’m on my way, but I’ll still be another twenty minutes before I get there, though I told Jess I was ten minutes away. I didn’t want her to freak out… she’s…” He paused as he must have changed his mind on sharing too much. “… She knows nothing of cars, if you know what I mean. I would be filled with gratitude if you would wait with her until I get there, assuming you don’t have somewhere to be. I… will owe you one.” Jenna didn’t need to be anywhere; she was glad to help. She would’ve made sure Jess was back on the road before she left, even if he didn’t ask. “Sure… Erm… no, I don’t have a place to be.” Jenna lowered her eyes and looked through her tousled hair, unaware if Jess had noticed how Jenna had stumbled over her words trying to recall his question. Jess was smiling, aware of the effect he had had. The hotness Jenna felt in her cheeks was a sure sign she was blushing. “Good,” the masculine voice said.

Jenna loved how his words roamed around her mind, absorbed by his deep voice and her imagination. I will owe you one echoed over and over. Was he as handsome as his voice? Upon looking out to the ocean, Jenna focused on a seagull flying. “Amazing.”

“Oh, I am.”

Jenna coughed as she realized she’d mimicked her thoughts of the graceful seagull out loud. Who agrees that they’re amazing to a complete stranger? she thought. Jenna handed the phone back to Jess before she said another word. A quick shake of the head was what she needed to rid the example her mind had produced by the caller’s voice and the damsel’s luscious lips.

Mesmerized, Jenna had to compel herself to tear her eyes aside from Jess and skimmed her watch; she had twenty minutes to get the tire changed and moved at double pace towards the opened hood with no exchange of words. Jenna threw her tools on the ground before undoing the bolt on the spare.

“Son of a bitch!” Jenna met with Jess’s eyes.

“What happened?” she asked with a concern that Jenna hadn’t expected, but she didn’t need to make a fuss as Jess had spotted the redness of her hand. Jess gripped her wrist to look and pain lanced through her as she touched it. “Don’t worry, Jenna. Dylan can do it when he gets here.”

“No, I can do this. It needs lube.” Jenna scoffed up spit, spat on the screw, and rubbed it over it. She tightened the bolt backwards halfway with the other hand, making it easier to undo.

“Ew,” Jess said in disgust. Jenna had to hold back her smirk as she looked up to see Jess frowning in confusion. It didn’t take long for Jess to make a point of turning her back on her before walking away with her hand covering the phone. “Dylan, can you please hurry? I don’t believe she’s from the right side of town.” Jenna sniggered to herself as Jess spoke loud enough that she could still hear. It’s always better to be cautious, Jenna thought, running her eyes over the three bags that sat on the dirt. Luggage that cost over three months of my wages, Jenna thought, wondering what this lady did for a living. By the time Jess said goodbye to her so-called Dylan, the tire was out of the boot, standing upright and between Jenna’s legs.

“Let’s do this,” Jenna said as she rolled the tire around to the flat and positioned the wrench on the nuts. “Stupid pressure drills.”

Jenna was unable to hold back the curse words as she had trouble with the lugs. Inhaling a deep breath, she put her strength behind it and flexed her muscles to the max. Relief flowed throughout her when it loosened. “Shit.” Jenna fell flat on her ass. “Ouch,” passed her lips a second later before she laughed at herself as the dust settled around her. She got up, rubbing her butt cheeks to soothe them after falling onto the sharp rocks, knowing she’d have a bruise. Jenna got the new tire on with minutes to spare; Dylan’s arrival. Thank gosh that’s done, and she lowered the jack. Happy the car was back on flat ground, Jenna caught a breath and wiped the sweat off her brow. She gave a quick glance to the tall perfect female specimen that stood before her and exhaled, envious when she noticed the red soles on the stilettos, disturbing something in the back of Jenna’s mind. She wasted a thousand dollars or more on one pair of heels. Jenna let her thoughts go.

“It’s done. Can I get you to grab the rag out of my trunk so I can clean up the alloy wheels?” Jenna could have done it herself, but she wanted to make Jess feel as if she contributed to helping the girl from the wrong side of the tracks.

“Alloy?” Jess asked.

Jenna went to explain that if she’d chosen the gunmetal color instead of the silver, her grubby prints wouldn’t show up as much. The thought went amiss when she heard a siren and looked at the police car parked behind her Mustang with flashing lights.

“Dylan!” Jess waved and tried to run over the bumpy ground in her ten-inch heels. Jenna nodded towards handsome dark-haired man in the policeman’s uniform. He’s a dish, she thought and grabbed the rag out of her boot before cleaning her hands so at least she could shake his hand. No wonder he knew my name. She put the jack back in place, wiped the dust off her legs, and pivoted, feeling as if someone watched over her.

“I must examine your handiwork, Jenna.” Dylan paused from taking the bar out of the trunk and glanced at her with piercing eyes, waiting as if observing her reaction to such words. Examine away, she wanted to say, though she chickened out, her mouth ajar. When she said nothing, Dylan furrowed his brow for a few seconds before he strolled away from her with a confidence that aroused her. Was it his voice or his lingering gaze that grabbed her attention? She sighed, sure it was just the gun and cuffs that sat on his waist that appeased her. She had to admit he was a package of a different kind; everything spelt danger, manliness, and strength. She shook her head. Calm down, she told herself.

“Check the hubs and make sure I screwed them enough,” Jenna said, yet she found it hard to breathe as she stared into his brown eyes. The instant she said “screw,” she was kicking her own ass as her libido flared, parched.

“It was this tire, Dylan. I was so scared. The car wobbled, and I thought I would die. Imagine if I did? You would never see me again,” Jess cried.

Jenna was in shock, as Jess hadn’t spoken to her the whole twenty minutes and here she was jabbering on, unable to stop. Glad in a way, as Jenna would’ve snapped at her; she didn’t handle drama queens well. Dylan didn’t say a thing. The way he cocooned her before his lips made their way to hers was enough to calm her. Jenna watched, envious of the unspoken love that surrounded them, wondering if one person could care for her that much forever and a day. “Thanks for helping out Jess. I mean it, Jenna. I owe you one,” Dylan said as he handed back her tool.

And that was it. Now she was deep in dust and grime and no way could she venture onto Port Douglas; instead, she headed home for a shower. She gave a final nod and smile as they waved goodbye. Jenna revved up her Mustang and spun the tires as she drove away. Once the cheekiness subsided from accomplishing a burn out in front of a cop, she was full of emptiness, unable to comprehend what the hell had passed between her and Dylan when he displayed a strong love for Jess. She was unsure if she was imagining it. Her senses tingled when his brown eyes bored into her soul. She shook it off. Her mind was running on overdrive; lack of sleep, too much sex, and a hangover was catching up with her. Jenna needed to get in touch with her practical side, aware that she was being idiotic, as he had a drop dead gorgeous girlfriend. “With lots of money,” she said, voicing her thoughts aloud. To distract herself from over analyzing everything, she thought she’d ring Juan while driving and make sure he’d made it back to Melbourne okay. She was disappointed when it went straight to message bank.

After arriving home, Jenna did as any car lover does on a non-work day: wash it. She was out front of the apartments, ignoring the gawking eyes and woof whistles as she sponged it. Jenna plodded along, taking her time until she noticed the rain clouds ahead and rushed to finish the final rub over before getting her baby back under cover. She turned the music up louder while she waited for the garage door to lift and flinched at the person who stuck their head in her driver’s side window.

“Dylan, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Nice and clean, I see… you and the Mustang.” He lowered his glasses, ignored her comment, and ran his eyes over her bikini. Jenna stalled the car, shocked at how her body reacted to his flirting.

“Are you going to harass me now because I helped out your girlfriend…? Officer?”

He chuckled. “I want to issue you with a ticket for that little show you did when you left.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jenna’s nostrils flared. Idiot.

“Gee, you are feisty, Miss Jenna Trilby.”

“Yes, I am.” She was ready to fire back. “I can’t believe you’ll give me a bloody ticket after everything I did to help out your lady!” she mocked.

“Settle petal; I’m not here to present you with an infringement notice.”

“Oh! Good. Now get out of my car.” And she pushed his shoulders back, still cranky at his little joke.

“Then again, you know it’s an offense to manhandle a police officer, don’t you?”

Jenna rolled her eyes at him. “What? You will arrest me instead?”

“Maybe.”

“For Christ sake, Dylan, you were in my personal space. Don’t you have someone else to annoy? Maybe criminals?” Jenna said, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Nah, I have finished for the day, so you’re safe. I don’t have my cuffs on me to take you in to the station. Though something makes me think you’d be keen if I shackled you.” Jenna shut up as Dylan placed his sunglasses on his head and stared into her eyes. To cool her thoughts, she started up her car. The voice in her head liked how fine he was teasing her with his eyes while her anger grew from his sentiments. Confusion set in and she gripped the steering wheel hard.

“I wanted to give you these as thanks.” Dylan pulled out a dozen roses from behind him, ignoring her question.

Jenna’s heart skipped a beat, unaware of what to make of this gesture. “You didn’t have to” was an automatic response, as she did not know what else to say. Silence whirled around her, her mind went into a spin, and she asked herself, Why red, why not yellow? Why I, not we? She held his gaze without a word, glad when she spotted a car pulling up behind her in the rear vision mirror. “I better get moving.”

“Yeah, so should I. Thanks for helping out Jess today. The world needs more kind-hearted people.” Then he turned on his heel, leaving Jenna dumbfounded as to why twelve long stem red roses sat on the front seat.