Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition) (4 page)

Oh, she almost forgot! One last thing—she lifted up her ass and slipped off her panties from under her skirt. How this would surprise Steven! She knew it was provocative and completely out of character for her. A little kinkiness needed to come out. It had been hibernating for decades. It took a man like Steven to turn her lusty fantasies into reality. It was time to start living.

Chapter 6

T
he familiar
J
logo welcomed her into James Café. Jena opened the door and looked around. He wasn’t sitting at the bar. She glanced towards the back table.

There he was! Wow!

Steven flashed that captivating smile and got up to greet her. He looked better than she ever remembered. He exuded confidence—inner confidence. His body was lean and muscular. There wasn’t a bit of fat on him. His sexy, brown hair flowed perfectly around his gorgeous face. God, what a face! He was wearing jeans just tight enough to showcase his defined legs. A light blue pullover shirt clung to his solid arms. He was raw, unadulterated, pure sex—all wrapped up in his easy charm.

“Jena girl, how I’ve missed you.”

Steven wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight. She could feel his muscular chest pushing into her breasts. Finally he released her and gazed into her eyes. His hazel eyes pierced through any barriers she might have had. Her insides were on fire with a lusty desire. She could have ripped off his clothes right there in the bar.

“Oh, Steven. I can’t believe this. You look great. How did we go so long without contact? Wow!”

“Forget about it, Jena,” Steven said softly. “The important thing is that we’re here—now. I’m only here until Friday. Come on, let’s have a seat. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

Steven led the way back to his table. That’s when she realized she had forgotten about his number one feature. That hot butt! He had the best ass she had ever seen on a man. And it wasn’t just her that thought so. She remembered tons of girls in the past that had salivated over his sexy behind. It was firm and round and all muscle. Every step he took was a joy to watch. He had that perfect amount of bounce that only a woman could appreciate. It was difficult to describe a perfect butt, but you knew it when you saw it. Steven’s ass was perfect! It gathered glances from women of all ages.

Jena knew what she was going to do with that ass if she got the opportunity. She was going to lay him out on his stomach and drip red wine on it. Then she was going to savor those fruity, delightful cheeks. She would lick up the wine wherever it fell. Hopefully it would fall
everywhere.
She would spread out that sexy butt and squeeze with both hands as hard as she liked. Maybe a little slap or bite to show him her appreciation.

What! Jena caught herself shaking her head in disbelief. She didn’t normally think this way. Actually she was pretty conservative. But Steven had her shedding her panties in the parking lot, fantasizing about feasting on his hot butt—what was next? What was this man doing to her? He had her so…so…so
primal
.

Steven turned as he reached the table. Actually it was more of a makeshift booth than a table. It was situated perfectly for people watching, a relatively private spot in tiny James Café. It was Jena’s favorite seat in the whole place.

“Have a seat, Jena. Is this okay?”

“Yes, it’s great,” answered Jena. “I’ve sat here a few times. I love this spot.”

Jena slid into the booth and Steven slipped in tight beside her. She couldn’t believe how comfortable she felt. One minute with him and everything just came back. It was if twenty years had been a blink of an eye.

A voice called from around the corner. “What will it be, Jena—the usual?”

It was her friend Melissa. She had been waitressing at James Café from the very beginning. As a matter of fact, she was the only full time employee. Melissa was another who had supported her through her emotional divorce. She was a firsthand witness to Jena drowning in tears and wine. Her humor and optimistic outlook on life had been instrumental in lifting her out of her dark funk.

Melissa’s mischievous smile said it all. She wanted to know who the hot guy was sitting beside her.

“Hi Melissa,” replied Jena. “Yes, I’ll have my usual glass of wine. How are you today?”

“I’m fine,” said Melissa. “You sure look happy with that big smile.”

Jena blushed. “God, is it that obvious? Yes, I’m happy today. My old friend is in town.”

Jena turned towards Steven. “This is Steven from my hometown. We haven’t seen each other in twenty years.”

“Well,” said Melissa. “It’s nice to meet you, Steven.” She stretched her arm over the table.

“It’s a real pleasure to meet you, Melissa.” Steven reached with both hands and gently clasped them around Melissa’s hand. Jena then remembered. That had been Steven’s special handshake for females. She had always thought it was so sexy.

Melissa smiled. Jena could tell she was already a victim of his special charm. “What can I get for you, Steven? What would you like to drink?”

“I’ll have a Lagunitas beer if you have it,” said Steven.

“Sure we do,” said Melissa. “A glass of Chateau Kiss and a Lagunitas coming right up. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Melissa walked away, but not before flashing a quick wink at Jena. The wink said it all—you’ve got a very hot man there.

Steven grasped Jena’s hand underneath the table. “So, you’re a wine drinker, huh?”

Just touching his hand was so sensual. Another wave of energy shot through her. Damn, he turned her on!

“Oh yes, I really like the red wines. I guess you could sort of call me a wine snob. Chateau Kiss is my favorite.”

“That’s funny,” said Steven. “I’m the same way about beer. I’m pretty picky about what I drink. Did you know that I work for Total Beverage?”

“No way,” said Jena. “That place is huge. They must have thousands of wines there. I shop there regularly.”

“They also carry tons of beers. It sounds like we have a common link there.”

“What’s that Lagunitas beer?” asked Jena. “That sounds interesting.”

“It’s actually one of the best craft breweries in the country. Their beers are excellent.”

Steven was now ever-so-gently rubbing her wrist with one finger. She never knew her wrists could be so sensitive. His light touch sent shivers through her.

“So, tell me Jena. How are you? Fill me on the last twenty years.”

“Oh, where would I begin?” said Jena. “It’s been a roller coaster. I’ve just been experiencing the highs and lows of life.”

Steven smiled and slipped in tighter beside her. “Tell me about it.”

“Well, I had a long relationship with this guy. It fell apart—thank God. Looking back on it, he was not a good person. Then I met my future husband. We were married eleven years before he decided to take off with one of his coworkers. That’s been rough. On the positive side, I’ve got a great job that I love. I’m healthy and relatively happy. That’s the nutshell version of my life. What about you?”

Steven took a deep breath. “As you know, Shelly and I drifted apart during our college years. That was my fault. I don’t know what made me go to school in Florida. We were just too far away from each other to make it work. I’m glad she’s happy. She’s in Chicago with a good man and two beautiful kids. I’m sure you know all that.”

“Yes,” said Jena. “We still occasionally call each other. It’s been several years since we’ve seen each other though. So what else? You’ve always had this mysterious element about you. I’ve heard rumors of you living in Oregon, Colorado, even Russia! Is that for real?”

Steven laughed. “Actually it’s worse than that. I’ve been married twice and I sort of went crazy after my first divorce. I had some savings and I proceeded to blow it traveling the world. I spent a lot of time in Japan. And yes—I did stay in Russia for a couple of years teaching English. That’s where I met wife number two.”

“Here you are, folks.” It was Melissa. “Wine and beer to celebrate old friendships—and this round’s on me.”

“Oh, you’re so kind,” said Jena.

“Thank you so much,” said Steven.

“Nothing to it,” said Melissa. “I’ll let you guys catch up on everything. Let me know when you’re ready for another one. Enjoy!”

Melissa smiled and walked away.

“She’s great,” said Steven.

“She sure is,” said Jena, as she took a long sip of wine. “Okay, back to your story, mystery man. I’m not letting you slide out of this one. Tell me more.”

“If you insist,” chuckled Steven. “But it’s not all pretty. After recklessly spending all my money adventuring, I came back to America with my new Russian wife. She was thirteen years younger than me so…”

“Thirteen!” cried Jena. “You really went for a young one, didn’t you?”

Steven smiled. “Well, I have to say she was very mature for her age. More mature than me if you wanna know the truth.”

“Yeah,” said Jena, “and probably very hot too. I’ve heard about those Russian girls. They’re famous for their beauty.”

“That’s for sure,” admitted Steven. “She was pretty. Anyway, that relationship lasted four years. We’re still pretty good friends. She’s now involved with some bigtime political guy. I wish her well.”

“What about that period several years ago when you disappeared off the map? Nobody knew where you were. Were you traveling then?”

Steven stretched an arm around Jena’s shoulder. “I’ll have to explain that one later. There’s a real story behind that one.”

“Alright,” said Jena. “You get a reprieve for now, but you can bet it’s not going away. So what else do you do—any hobbies?”

“Actually, yes,” replied Steven. “I like to write. I’ve got a couple of pen names that I write under. One of them is Reed Kindle. He’s written three mystery novels. The name itself grabs some of Amazon’s Kindle readers.”

“That’s clever,” said Jena. “What else…”

Steven leaned in and gently kissed her neck. “God, you smell great, Jena. Did you ever know how much you turned me on back then?”

WOW! Jena melted with his surprise sensual ambush. The lust immediately kicked in. Her whole body was flushed in heat and her pussy went instantly wet—really wet. He had lit her animal fuse. At this point she lost all control—and didn’t care. A primal impulse overtook her.

“Oh, Steven, You have no idea…”

Jena turned to him and put her hand behind his head. She pushed him into her and kissed him—good and hard. She wrapped his tongue up around hers. Finally she released her grip and slowly withdrew from his mouth, sucking his tongue as it slipped away from her lips.

Jena looked deep into his eyes. They were full of lust. Hungry energy flowed from them. She could see it. She could taste it. She could feel the sensual flow between them—it permeated her essence. It reached deep down to her uncontrollable primal core. Her own eyes blackened with raw desire. She was on fire.

“How’s that baby?” she whispered. “Do you think you turn me on? I’ve always wanted you and I want you now.”

“Oh god,” breathed Steven. “Jena baby! You are so erotic. Damn, you’re incredibly sexy!”

Jena was possessed. “Oh yeah, you think so. I want you to taste something.”

She gripped his hand and guided it underneath the table. She lifted one leg up and rested it up on the seat corner. Lifting up her ass, she arched her midsection upwards. She pulled up on her skirt. She inserted two of his fingers inside her. For three long seconds his fingers brushed the walls of her wet pussy. Then she pulled his hand away and raised it to his lips. They were dripping with wetness.

“Taste it, baby,” she murmured. “Taste me, taste my juices—enjoy my sweetness. I know you love it.”

Steven opened his mouth and plunged the two fingers inside. He sucked them and circled his tongue around them. His eyes closed in ecstasy. Sexy Jena had him in another world. He was beyond turned on. His state of arousal was off the charts. All rational thought and self-control were long gone. He pulled his fingers from his mouth and looked deep into her eyes—her beautiful green eyes. They begged him to free her from the primal prison of unfulfilled lust that encaged her.

“Let’s go, Jena. Let’s get out of here.”

Chapter 7