Poseidon's Bride (Olympians, Book One) (2 page)

She opened her eyes and stared up at
the sky, then her gaze darted to him, and in that moment he let the
sea carry him away in a mist, holding in his heart the memory of
those bright green orbs.

* * * *

Layla sat up quickly, her body still
shaking from her release. The orgasm had been amazing, but had she
really seen what she thought she’d seen? As she’d opened her eyes
to look up at the stars, the man from her fantasy had lingered a
bit longer than she’d expected. Yet, he hadn’t been exactly like
her fantasy. She knew she hadn’t seen a real man, but how else
could she explain the fact that her fantasy lover had brown eyes
yet she’d found herself staring into blue ones in that last second?
His hair had seemed longer too. And his body had been even
sexier.

Layla looked up and down the beach,
but nothing stirred. She knew she was alone. The thought of someone
watching her made her blush, but there was no place close for
anyone to hide. She blushed even more as she thought of the man
again because she knew she would have willingly gone into his arms.
Her body tingled deliciously as she thought of really making love
with such a man here in the waves. She couldn’t help sighing. She’d
probably never meet such a man, much less sleep with him, even as a
one-night stand, but she could certainly take the vision of him to
bed with her that night. She laughed and shook her head. She stood
up and grabbed her towel. “I probably just need a cold shower,” she
told herself. She took a deep breath and looked out across the
waves one more time before walking up to her cottage.

Chapter Two

Poseidon watched her go into the small
cottage and couldn’t help laughing at his good fortune. He’d rarely
spent time in this alcove before, and he suddenly felt grateful
Zeus and Gloria had chosen to make love on this beach, mocking him
by straying so close to his domain. They were gone, so they didn’t
matter anymore. He dove into the waves and made his way back to his
temporary home. He made a note to summon more servants, as he might
end up staying longer than he had planned. He wanted to meet this
girl. He didn’t yet know how he would do it, but he would
eventually come up with something.

He felt an intense need for release
when he entered his bedroom. His lovely neighbor certainly had
potential, and watching her come had made his cock harden and ache
for her. He didn’t even bother to dress, thinking he might make one
of his servants very happy by allowing her to give him a massage
and ease his pain.

“
There’s no need to summon
anyone. I’m more than happy to oblige, my dear
Poseidon.”

He turned and saw Hera reclining on
his bed, her eyes alight with desire and naughty ideas. She wore
her flowing dark hair in a tight chignon and her ample bosom and
long legs were covered, and beautifully sculpted, by a dark gray
business suit. He’d forgotten she was still playing at office
politics under the assumed identity of a hotel heiress.

He smiled hungrily at her, but then he
shook his head. “Not tonight, Hera. You’ll have to find someone
else to play with.” He donned a red silk robe and tightened the
sash around his waist, just to prove he wasn’t teasing her. The
robe, however, didn’t do a very good job of concealing his
erection.

She rolled her eyes and pouted, but
then she laughed. “I usually have to find someone else to play
with. Zeus tends to be off doing any girl he can catch. I can’t say
that I mind. It gives me a great deal of freedom, plus he comes
home with new ideas from time to time.” She continued to devour his
body with her eyes. “And he always comes home.”

He laughed. “Of course he does. Even
he can’t shake your spell.”

“
It doesn’t seem to have
taken with you,” she teased. “I’ve been waiting for over an hour.
What did you do to get yourself in this…aroused state?”

“
I decided it was time to
move on,” he said. “And I’d say I’ve found the perfect
girl.”

Hera eyed his enormous, throbbing cock
and shook her head. “Perfect, huh? Then how come she left you
wanting?”

Poseidon felt he might regret sharing,
but he knew the information would be safe from Zeus, if from no one
else. “I didn’t actually make contact with her, but there is
definitely something about her that could keep me satisfied for
more than just a few months.”

“
She must be mortal.
Otherwise you’d never have hesitated in making her yours.” She
rolled onto her stomach and made herself comfortable with a pillow,
her standard position for such conversations. “So, tell me what was
so captivating about this little nymph. I can’t remember the last
time a mortal truly turned your head.”

He indicated his still hard cock and
stepped into the bathroom. “I have other matters to attend to, if
you don’t mind.”

Hera laughed. “Tell me as you do it.
It’ll heighten the experience for me.”

Poseidon smiled as he
began stroking his cock.
Not a bad
idea.
“She’s beautiful, voluptuous curves,
long, auburn hair, amazing green eyes.” He closed his eyes and
imagined her lying on the beach, her legs spread, her pussy wet
with the sea and her own honey, eagerly waiting to receive him. “A
body made for loving.” He thought of her hands on her breasts, her
hand stroking her hot core, and he knew he was done for. “And she’s
beautiful when she comes!” His mind was full of her as his orgasm
took over. He yelled loudly, wishing he knew her name so he could
make the walls shake and echo it back to him.

After he came back to himself, he took
a deep breath and washed his hands. He grabbed a pair of black
pants and a black shirt from the closet before going back into the
bedroom.

Hera was still sprawled on the bed,
practically purring. “You’d have had me going over the edge if you
could have lasted long enough, darling. With your stamina, she must
have had you close. She must be amazing.” She got up and pointed a
finger at him. “So tell me how it came about that you saw her come.
This ought to be very interesting.”

He smiled. “I might have had something
to do with that.”

She narrowed her eyes. “But you said
you didn’t make contact with her.”

“
She was lying on the
beach, enjoying the feel of the water, so I helped her enjoy it a
little more.”

Hera’s eyes sparkled. “What did you
do?”

“
I touched her, just once,
only a slight caress, and then she did all the work.”

“
Right there in the sea?
You could have had her. I daresay you’d have gotten more pleasure
from it, and then you wouldn’t have come down here teasing me with
that gorgeous, hard cock of yours.”

“
But I didn’t want that,
not this time. Seeing her pleasure was enough.” He pointed at his
cock with a smile. “That was just a little detail to take care of
afterwards. I thoroughly enjoyed our encounter. It was an entirely
different release. You know what I mean?”

Hera nodded, and he guessed she was
thinking of an Irishman she’d had quite a long fling with about
twenty years back. She’d actually gone after him the mortal way and
been thoroughly satisfied with the results. “I see. She sounds like
she was made for you. The sea definitely has a…charming effect on
her.”

“
I felt it, her love for
the sea. She’s been brought to me for a reason. I’m certain of
it.”

Hera raised her eyebrows. “You sound
quite serious.”

He nodded his head in agreement before
meeting her gaze. “I think I might be. There’s no other way to
explain this feeling.”

She put a hand on his arm, all teasing
gone from her face. “If you need anything, I’ll be here for you.
Even if you just need to talk.”

He took her hand and kissed it
briefly. “Just dangle a nice brunette in front of your husband if
he tires of Gloria too soon. I don’t want him meddling with this
one.”

“
Do you even know her
name?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t even try
to read her mind. I was too caught up with looking at
her.”

“
Perhaps she’ll dream of
you tonight. More than one maiden has had a wild night thanks to a
single dip in the waves when you were near.”

“
I’m certain she will.” He
paused for effect, and then confessed, “I allowed her to see
me.”

Hera sighed. “Okay, before I leave
here, we have to get all these details straight. If you made no
contact, except for the slightest touch, how did she see
you?”

“
As she pleasured herself,
I wanted to be near her.” Images of her flooded his mind again. He
gazed into Hera’s eyes so she could see what he saw.

She closed her eyes to savor the
image. “Very inspiring. She’s lovely, darling.” She peered at him
again. “So you rose from the sea and went to her?”

He nodded. “Her eyes were closed, and
she wasn’t aware of me at all. I lay down on the sand next to her,
breathing in her scent. I could taste her as the waves lapped
between her legs.” He licked his lips at the memory. “I’ve never
tasted a sweeter woman. No offense.”

“
None taken,” she said
with a genuine smile. “It’s lovely to see you this way.”

Puzzled, he asked, “What
way?”

“
Falling in
love.”

He shook his head, even though
something in his mind whispered that she was right. “It hasn’t even
been an hour since I first saw her. I’m not willing to go that far
yet.”

“
You will be soon. I know
these things. No matter how many other people we fuck, Zeus and I
are in love. A god really falling in love is rare, but it’s
amazingly powerful when it does happen.”

He didn’t pretend to completely
understand Zeus and Hera as a couple, but he knew she spoke the
truth. No one would deny the power between Hera and his brother. He
pushed the seriousness of such thoughts away for the moment to
continue his confession. “I wanted to see her eyes, so I lingered
until the moment she opened them, and then I fled in the
mist.”

“
Did she seem surprised
when she saw you?”

That wasn’t how he would have put it.
If he had been willing to endure even more teasing about his
falling in love, he would have said that for a brief moment he felt
connected to her, but instead he said, “She looked more confused
than startled or scared. You know, as if I reminded her of someone.
Or even as if she somehow knew I hadn’t been just a figment of her
imagination.”

She ran a finger down his cheek and
lifted his chin for a moment. “Maybe she was picturing her ideal
lover and he looks just like you.”

“
I doubt that.” He knew he
probably fit the ideal for many women, but that would be too much
of a coincidence. Too much like the work of the Fates.

Hera smoothed her clothes. “We’ll see.
Keep me updated. I’m off to find a hot, young thing to tie me up
and make Zeus unbelievably jealous.”

“
Good luck,” he said
absently, his mind clinging to the images of his new object of
desire.

* * * *

Hera smiled to herself. She almost
envied this beautiful young mortal, but she knew there were plenty
of fish in the sea. As she left Poseidon’s home, she snapped her
fingers and her business suit transformed into a skimpy leather
outfit as her hair fell past her waist in long, black curls. A girl
just needed the right bait.

* * * *

Layla stepped out of the shower, but
she didn’t feel any more relaxed. How could she feel frustrated
after having such a fabulous orgasm? As she wrapped the towel
around her body, she knew exactly why. She’d much rather be
stepping into the arms of her dream man than wrapping a towel
around her body and settling for chocolate. Mild aphrodisiac or
not, chocolate wasn’t going to make her feel better
tonight.

She sat down on the bed and started to
comb through her hair slowly. She still didn’t understand why the
color of the man’s eyes had changed. She loved brown eyes, and her
fantasy guys always had brown eyes. She had felt, for just a
moment, that if she’d reached out only a few inches she would have
been able to touch him. But that wasn’t possible. There had been no
one on the beach. Even the most agile of men couldn’t have jumped
into the waves and disappeared that quickly. She believed in the
paranormal, but she wasn’t ready to believe the beach was haunted
just yet. He could very well be the ghost of a long dead sailor,
lost at sea and separated from his lover, roaming the shore
searching for another one. She giggled. It sounded like a nice idea
for an erotic ghost story, but the man had been too close to her
fantasy. That kind of coincidence simply didn’t happen in real
life, so he had to have been the product of her horny
imagination.

She felt a warm breeze from the window
move across her face. She put her robe on, dropping the towel into
a chair, and moved toward the window. She peeked through the
slightly open door and looked out across the waves. No ghostly
figures on the beach. No phantom sails or ships filled with lusty,
muscular phantoms. No unidentified cars. No mysterious
strangers.

She sighed. She’d been caught up in
her own fantasy, nothing more. She’d just ended a bad relationship,
having only recently realized exactly how much she was missing. So,
of course, now she found herself waiting for Mr. Perfect to come
into her life in all his sexy glory and whisk her away to a
magical, happy existence. That wasn’t like her at all.