Rhythm by
Inga Mahn
RHYTHM A Lady Aibell Press/Chippewa Publishing Publication, July 2005 Chippewa Publishing, LLC. PO Box 662 Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin 54729 Available Formats: Adobe Acrobat Reader (PDF) Other available formats: Palm Doc (PDB), Rocket/REB1100 (RB), Pocket PC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB), hiebook (KML), iSilo (PDB), Mobipocket (PRC), OEBFF Format (IMP), Microsoft Reader (LIT) RHYTHM Copyright © 2005 Inga Mahn Edited by Kimberly Burton Cover Art by Inga Mahn Proofed by Kristine Esterly ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole, or in part, by any means, without the written consent of the publisher. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination, or are fictitiously used. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. WARNING: The contents of this book are intended for mature audiences only. Language, violence, and sexual situations may apply. PUBLISHED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
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Bliss…total, complete, and utter bliss. That was simply the only way Linda could think to describe the afternoon she just spent laying on the sunny white sand of the Caribbean beach. The sweet tang of the tropical drinks she indulged in still flavored her mouth, and the smell of the expensive perfumed oil she slathered over her entire body filled her nose. The always present, stress induced tightness in her shoulders had all but evaporated away into the sultry tropical air. The only thing that coaxed her out of the soft, bleached, cotton hammock-style chair she spent the day lounging in was hunger. Food just had not seemed that important all afternoon, but as the sun began its descent towards the striking blue surf, a gnawing growl in her stomach started to infringe upon her otherwise completely content state. After wrapping a beautifully embroidered white silk sarong she bought from a local artisan around her bikini-clad body, she gathered up her belongings in her canvas bag and set off down the beach. Her destination was one or another of the cabana style huts, those that served a huge selection of local delicacies and the ridiculously sweet intoxicating beverages she had been indulging in throughout the afternoon. A barely-there warm breeze caught her long toffee-colored hair and sent it billowing out behind her as she walked. The sand felt silky, soft, and hot under her feet, encouraging her slow wandering pace. In fact, everything about the small tropical island seemed to encourage a slow relaxed pace. It was just what Linda hoped for when she decided to finally take a break from her chaotic life and enjoy a much-deserved vacation. **** It was really more than just a vacation—it was a new start. Before she left home, she sublet her apartment, gave her notice to the financial firm she worked for since graduating from college, and put all of her earthly possessions in storage. When she returned from paradise, she would start over, take the nice chunk of money she saved over the last few years, and start a new life. The combination of turning thirty the month before, and finding out that the man she planned to marry was in fact a not-so-devoted-husband to someone else and the father of three, put things in perspective. It made her look at where her life 1
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was going enough to decide she did not much like it. Taking this vacation was just the beginning of changing her life. From now on, she would live in the moment and enjoy every experience, rather than devote everything to a future that she was forced to admit held no real guarantees. **** The rhythmic sounds of a steel band drifted from one of the larger cabanas, along with the spicy-sweet scent of some kind of roasting meat. The combination was too appealing to resist. “Welcome, Dawta,” a young local boy of no more than sixteen called from behind the counter as soon as she made her way into the palm-frocked hut. “Sit, enjoy some food and drink.” The smells that filled the air were beyond mouthwatering. “Thank you. What is that wonderful smell?” she asked as she sat down at the small bar and slowly swayed to the live music that played from the open-air stage behind her. “That’s the Jamaican roast beef, very good, you try some?” he energetically offered. Before she could answer, a deep, decidedly male voice spoke from a table beside the bar. “The roast beef is good, but try the jerk chicken. You look like you can stand a little heat.” The man’s deep, richly Caribbean-accented voice alone sent delicious heat waves to the very tips of her toes, but the slow sensual smile that covered the stranger’s face was beyond scorching. His skin was the shade of the most decadent dark chocolate, and even as he sat behind the small table, it was evident his body was more bulging muscle than it was anything else. Awareness immediately sizzled between them. “A little heat sounds like just what I need.” The sexy wanton quality of her own voice seemed almost alien even as it passed her lips. She was not the type to be picked up in a bar, and she certainly wasn’t the type to so easily toss around sexual innuendo with a stranger, but it seemed the tropical sun and sweet drinks melted away as much of her inhibition as her stress in the last few days since she arrived on the island. On the other hand, maybe it was just a facet of the new Linda shining through—the Linda who vowed to enjoy life rather than just watch it as it passed by her. “That’s good to know, pretty lady.” His dark, almost completely black eyes sparkled with a sexy gleam as he stood and pulled out the other chair at his small table. “Ato, get the lady some jerk chicken and some tequila for both of us,” he called to the young boy behind the counter. He did not ask her to join him, but the expectation was clear. Any other day, 2
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any other place, Linda would have rejected such assumptive behavior, but for reasons unknown and ones she had no interest in pondering, she slowly stood and walked the short distance to the table without a word. “So, you like a little heat too?” she asked after she sat down. A feeling of surreal feminine power urged her on in the erotic dance of words they were sharing. He answered with a rumbling chuckle, “Careful, woman, I just might enjoy taking you up on that offer.” Despite her newfound sexual inhibition, Linda’s sun kissed cheeks colored a deep shade of red. “Who said I was offering anything?” she asked as the waiter placed a plate of delicious smelling chicken and a bottle of tequila on the table in front of them. Her mouth watered in anticipation of tasting the fragrant concoction. “You were offering.” Confidence was clear in his voice. “Stay, listen to my band, and then maybe we will talk again about this offer of yours.” As he poured himself a shot glass of the tequila, his eyes wandered south, taking in every inch of Linda’s barely-clothed body. “You’re a musician…part of the band?” she asked, enjoying the feel of his gaze on her skin. He nodded as he swallowed the fiery liquid he just poured from the bottle. “I’ll sing for you.” There was nothing overtly sexual about his words, yet they seemed even more erotically charged than the suggestive banter they had been tossing back and forth previously. Something about the offer felt immensely intimate. Before she even thought about it, she found herself nodding in agreement. **** The food was excellent—spicy, complex, and delicious—just like the company. Linda sat back in the rattan chair and enjoyed the feeling of the tequila tingling through her veins as she listened to the band continue to play. They had not bothered to exchange names, it just didn’t seem important. He talked about his music, where he had traveled, all about the island, and Linda listened; listened to the deep rhythmic quality of his voice, and listened to her own irresponsible desires for the first time in as long as she could remember. She felt alive, she felt free, and she felt amazingly sexy. Finally, he appeared on the stage with the band. The light tropical tone of the music suddenly took on a much more seductive quality when mixed with his deep, silky baritone lyrics. She met his eyes from across the room and felt the heat of his gaze engulf her. It was clear he sang to her and her alone. The sun was setting, but the night was still sticky and hot. The temperature did 3
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nothing to stop the delicious chill that his voice sent rippling through her, bringing goose bumps to every inch of her body. Without breaking eye contact, she stood and swayed onto the dance floor. Her body moved to the enticing beat of the music. She danced for him and only him. For the first time in her life, she was allowing herself the luxury of letting go—not thinking, not planning, just feeling, and following where ever that might lead her. The freedom of it left her far more intoxicated than any of the alcohol she consumed. Song after song, she moved her body to the rhythm of his voice, to the rhythm of her own desire. Her thighs rubbed together creating a fiery need, and her nipples hardened to rock hard peaks under her thin bikini top, but she spared no thought to modesty, no thought for anyone else in the room. There were only the two of them, only the sound of his voice, and the all-consuming desire that filled her so completely. **** She had no idea how long she danced or how long he sung for her when he finally left the stage and joined her on the dance floor. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her close with no hesitation. His cock pressed against her belly, hard and throbbing, as he began to sway with her to the beat of the music that his band still played. Neither of them spoke a word as she slid her hands up under the loose tropical shirt he wore and explored the hard muscular planes of his back. A soft appreciative moan was the only sound she made as he slid his hands inside her sarong and cupped her ass, pulling her even tighter against his arousal. When the song ended, he did not ask her if she wanted to leave with him, he simply took her hand and led her back to the table to retrieve her bag before guiding her out onto the beach. There was no need for invitations; they already both made those without words. As he began to pull her away from the now darkened and empty beach, she finally broke the silence. “Stay, I want to hear the music,” she whispered as she brought her lips to the bare skin of his chest and slowly rained kisses along his dark silky flesh. A groan of pleasure rumbled from his mouth before he bent to bring his lips to hers. Their tongues immediately tangled in a frantic mating. She felt his hands slide under her sarong, pulling her firmly against his arousal. After what seemed an eternity, his mouth finally left hers and began a slow, agonizingly delightful trek down her body. His breath was fiery hot, even through the fabric of her bikini top. Her nipples tingled with sensation as he nuzzled against them, but he did not linger 4
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long. Slowly, he knelt down and traced hot spirals over her belly with his tongue as his strong dark hands stroked up and down her legs. The tropical, rhythmic music played in the background mixing with the lap of the surf, creating an almost surreal dreamlike setting. As Linda looked down and watched a man whose name she did not know peel her bikini bottom down with his teeth, she knew it could not be a dream—never in all the years of her life had her dreams been half as good as this reality. As she raised her feet to step out of the bikini, he looked up and met her eyes in the moonlight. “My name is Rohan. I just thought you should know, so when you cum, you’ll know what to scream.” Before she could even begin to think of a response, his mouth was on her, covering her now bared pussy completely. The sensation robbed her of the ability to speak, she wasn’t even sure she could breath as his tongue thrust deep inside her soaking wet feminine folds. Over and over again, as if following the beat of the drums in the background, he stroked his tongue over the swollen nub of her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the release that she desired. When he thrust two fingers deep inside of her and began pumping them to the same beat, the distant sound of the music was blotted out by a crashing wave of white noise as every nerve ending in her body exploded with pleasure. Even before the sensation began to ebb, she felt his arms around her, holding her tight against his chest. Never before had she felt so utterly female. Even after an orgasm as fantastic as any she ever experienced, she already wanted more. She suddenly became someone she hardly recognized—a woman driven by physical desire alone. “My hotel is just across the street,” she whispered against his neck before gently grazing her teeth over the tender flesh. Without a word, he gathered her bag in one hand and wrapped his massive arm around her waist before guiding her off the beach and towards her hotel. As they approached the door to her hotel room, she turned and looked up into his dark hungry eyes. “My name’s Linda, just so you know what to yell out when I make you cum.” The corners of her mouth lifted in a sensuous grin as she rifled through her bag to find her key. **** The sound of a soft knock at the door slowly jarred Linda from a content state of relaxed slumber. It took a moment for her to decide if the erotic scenes floating behind her still closed eyelids were just the remnants of a fantastic dream or if it had all really happened. As she stretched her arms above her head and looked out 5
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the floor to ceiling sliding glass doors that overlooked the sparkling blue Caribbean sea, the ache of muscles that she didn’t think had ever ached before confirmed that the delicious memories of the previous evening were all real. Before she could call out to whoever had been knocking and woke her, she heard the click of the door opening and hushed voices in the living area of her suite. A smile of pure contentment spread slowly across her face as Rohan came through the bedroom door carrying a huge tray of fresh fruit, finger foods, and rich fragrant coffee. She could not remember the last time she woke up to such a pleasant sight. “Thought you might be hungry after last night.” “Thought you might be gone by now,” she replied as he settled the tray on the bedside table and sat down next to her on the bed wearing nothing but a small white hotel towel knotted around his waist. Waking up with a man next to her in bed was not something she was used to doing. She could not remember a single time the man she had spent the last two years dating had been next to her as she woke up in the morning. Looking back, she knew she should have realized that there was a problem in their relationship when he would never spend a whole night with her, but she had been naive, trusting, and just plain stupid. “And miss feeding you juicy pineapple in bed, woman?” With a deep throaty chuckle, Rohan slipped the towel off and slid back under the cool cotton sheets beside her. His already partially hard cock prodded against her thigh as he reached over, took a hunk of fresh pineapple from the tray, and brought it to her lips. As soon as she took the sweet, tangy fruit in her teeth, he brought his lips to hers and slowly, teasingly licked away the juice on her lips. The reality of their situation suddenly struck her as funny. She could not suppress a giggle as she swallowed the fruit and snuggled closer to his solid, male frame. She never felt so comfortable, so intimate, with the man she had once thought she was going to marry as she did now with a man she had not even known for twenty-four hours. “What’s so funny, lady?” he asked as he reached under the sheet and slid his palms over the ticklish flesh of her rib cage, a carefree smile covering his face as he raised his body above hers. “I can’t remember now,” she whispered on a soft sigh as she felt his cock pressing invitingly between her legs. His mouth covered hers, the taste of pineapple still on his lips as he eased the tip of his cock between her already wet folds. Her hips rose up, wanting to feel all of him deep within her, but he held back, slowly rocking just a fraction of an inch back and forth against her. 6
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“I want you to stay with me,” he spoke as he looked intently into Linda’s goldflecked eyes. “Mm, I’m with you all the way, baby.” She playfully laughed as she rocked her hips to create more friction against her sweetly aching pussy while he reached over to the table and grabbed for a condom to slide over his arousal. “No, I want you to stay…stay with me here. Don’t go back to where ever you came from,” he said as he slid on the protection and slowly slid his cock deeper inside her. The sensation sent waves of pleasure soaring through her. Her mind raced with the implications of what he was asking as the sensations he was creating within her overwhelmed her body. “Say you’ll stay,” he repeated as he began to increase the rhythm of his strokes. “Yes. Yes, I’ll stay,” she breathlessly agreed as his thrusts sent her rocketing towards the climax she ached for desperately. In that moment, she would have agreed to anything just to feel him all the way inside her, filling her completely. As soon as she uttered the words, he slammed into her hard and fast. The power of his thrusts left her clinging to his muscular back, her fingernails digging into his dark chocolate colored skin. The frenzied mating continued until they finally shattered in each other’s arms. The passion melted into tender embraces and soft kisses as they stayed wrapped together for what seemed hours. “Let’s take a shower then we’ll get your things together and get out of here. I’ll get you all settled at my house,” Rohan finally spoke as if what he proposed was as simple as saying it. The need to object, to be rational, filled Linda’s mind. She did not know this man. She could not just go on vacation and never go home, could she? As he took her hand in his and walked towards the bathroom, her objections melted on her lips as he turned and pulled her close, kissing her deeply—so deeply, it made all reason melt away. She had spent two years engaged to someone she had never really known and it never felt so good or so right as the short time she had spent with Rohan. If it didn’t work out, all she had to do was walk away and go home. There was nothing to lose, or at least, far less to lose than she already lost in the logical and rational relationship she spent the last two years of her life involved in. Looking up into his eyes, she smiled and nodded her head. “I’ll stay,” she finally agreed as she pulled him towards the shower. “Sing for me,” she murmured as she turned on the water and swayed against him, filled with the kind of contentment that only not worrying about tomorrow allowed.
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About the Author
Inga Mahn An avid romance and erotica reader for much longer than she cares to admit, Inga has also been creating her own stories for just about as long. How could she not? Her characters whisper in her ear daily, just begging to be set free into the words of her stories. Inga currently resides in the sultry, sexy, southern city of New Orleans. All though only fifteen minutes from the heart of the French Quarter, her home is worlds away in the nation's largest urban wildlife refuge, Bayou Sauvage. It is a daily occurrence for her to see a gator or two on her way to the market, not to mention the other wild creatures that make their way right up to her door on any given day. Look for new releases coming soon from Inga! Inga loves to hear from readers! You can send email to:
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