Rough Draft: Big Easy (3 page)

“Deal.” Noah returned to the bar, engaging Shawn in a conversation about what liquors they had on hand. Jett could practically see the wheels spinning in his foster brother’s head.

Mama Lewis clasped his hand and squeezed. “I’m so pleased for both of you. And Jett, I know this trip is going to do the trick. I suspect the second your feet hit that sand, your words will come back to you.”

Jett didn’t reply. After six months of staring at a blank page on his laptop, he’d begun to lose faith. With the added pressure of a deadline looming, his agent and publisher screaming at him daily on the phone and fans continually asking “where’s the next book?”, he felt like a man with a noose around his neck.

“Now, I vote we shake things up this Sunday. What’s the lunch special today, Carissa? And do you have enough to feed all of us?”

Carissa laughed. “It’s gumbo. And there’s plenty.”

“Perfect. I’ll just nip into the kitchen and help your poor cook dip it up.” And with that, Mama Lewis disappeared into the back.

Jett winked at Carissa once they were alone again. “Gotcha,” he joked.

“Awesome, Jett.” Carissa’s tone was pure sarcasm. “Did you forget the part about this trip being a lover’s retreat? Jacuzzi. One room.
One
bed.”

Jett enjoyed the slight flush that covered her cheeks as she stressed that they’d be essentially shacking up while on vacation. It provoked him to tease her even more. “I don’t have a problem invoking a friends-with-benefits deal for the week.”

She smirked. “I’m sure you don’t, but no thanks. Hell will freeze over first. We’re putting a line of pillows down the middle of the mattress. And there will be
no
crossing the barrier.”

He chuckled, but agreed. Jett had been a bit annoyed about being backed into a corner on the trip, however, now that it was a reality, he found himself excited about the adventure. Carissa would be an easy traveling companion and the idea of sneaking away to explore Eden’s dungeon each night appealed to him as well. Suddenly, he was imagining an entire week of beach, bondage and brainstorming ideas for his next book.

Mama was right. It was time to turn a corner.

Carissa stared at the puddle jumper in front of her and wondered how the hell Jett had managed to drag her from the safety of her tiny bar to this airport in Florida. They’d just finished driving twelve hours from New Orleans to Miami. Jett had offered to buy them tickets for flights from Louis Armstrong airport to this miniscule landing strip, but one flight was going to be scary enough. She didn’t think she’d manage to work up the courage for two take-offs and two landings.

So they’d packed their suitcases in the car and left home at the ass crack of dawn. Hell, three a.m. couldn’t even be considered dawn. They’d departed in the middle of the night, taking turns driving while the other caught catnaps. Around lunchtime, they were both wide awake and her excitement about the trip had grown as they talked about all the things they wanted to try while at Eden—everything from caviar to snorkeling, rock climbing to sunbathing with fruity drinks in hand. She dreamed of sexy cabana boys, while Jett joked about meeting an island babe, skipping the return flight home and living out his days as a native, wearing nothing but palm leaves for clothing.

As she studied the tin can that was apparently going to deliver her to paradise, she remembered the lesson her father had started teaching her from a very young age. All good things come with a price.

“This was a mistake,” she muttered. She hadn’t meant to voice her anxiety aloud. After all, she hadn’t mentioned her fear of flying to Jett.

“No it wasn’t,” he said. “I was teasing about the friends-with-benefits thing, Carissa. We’re just two pals going on a trip.”

He’d misunderstood her anxiety. Mercifully. “When does the flight take off again?”

“Five o’clock.”

Carissa checked her watch. They had less than an hour. She glanced around, hoping to spy a bar. Maybe she could curb her nervousness with a couple shots of tequila. That hope was dashed when a pretty dark-haired woman approached them.

“Are you Carissa Pierre and Jett Lewis?”

Jett nodded. “That’s us.”

The woman extended her hand. “I’m Joely, the pilot.” As Jett accepted her handshake, she added, “I’m a big fan of your books, Mr. Lewis.”

Jett smiled. “Please, call me Jett.”

“You’re the pilot?” Carissa didn’t mean to speak so loudly or to put quite so much disbelief into her tone, but seriously? The woman looked like she should still be hanging out by the lockers in high school before first bell.

Joely didn’t take offense. “I’m older than I look.”

It was on the tip of Carissa’s tongue to say “I doubt it,” but she’d already been rude. It probably wasn’t a good idea to piss off the woman who was going to hold Carissa’s life in her hands in less than—Carissa glanced at her watch—thirty minutes.

“I’m going to throw up.”

Her admission caught Jett’s attention. “You’re afraid of flying?”

Carissa didn’t own much in life, but one thing she had in spades was pride. “No. I’m not.” It was a lie, but she stiffened her spine, threw her shoulders back and delivered it with so much conviction she almost convinced herself her fear wasn’t real.

Almost.

Jett narrowed his eyes, studying her face. She had one hell of a poker face, so she held her own.

Joely had lost interest in their conversation and was consulting her clipboard. “You two are my last flight today. There’s a storm system moving in, supposed to hit Miami within the hour. How would you feel about leaving now?”

So much for the tequila. Jett quickly agreed, obviously delighted that they could begin their adventure sooner.

Her stomach roiled, but she followed the others, dragging her suitcase behind her, wishing she’d thought to bring Dramamine or a sleeping pill. Being unconscious for the next few hours would be a welcome respite.

Once their luggage was loaded onboard, Joely took her place in the pilot’s chair and began fiddling with the controls. Mercifully, Jett had nabbed a window seat, saving her from having too good a view of their plummet back to earth when everything went terribly wrong.

Carissa’s chest tightened, her lungs seizing as she found it difficult to breathe. She tried to focus on the back of Joely’s chair, but her peripheral vision kept landing on all the buttons Joely was pushing and then the sound of the plane’s engine fired up loudly.

“Shit,” she whispered, hoping the noise would drown out her panic.

It hadn’t. Distracted from the scene outside, Jett’s attention was drawn to her. She didn’t bother to look his way. She was too embarrassed, perfectly aware that her astute best friend probably wasn’t missing anything—not her labored breathing or her white-knuckle grip on the armrests or the way her knee was bouncing approximately seventy-two thousand times a second.

As if to confirm her fears, Jett’s hand landed on her leg, halting her nervous habit.

“Look at me, Rissa.”

She wanted to. She really did, but she didn’t dare take her eyes off the back of Joely’s chair for fear she’d catch sight of something she didn’t want to see. The plane was in motion now.

Jett’s hand cupped her chin, turning her to him. She squeezed her eyes shut to block out whatever might be happening outside his window.

They flew open when she felt Jett’s lips on hers.

She tried to rear back, but Jett had anticipated her escape. His hand gripped the back of her neck, holding her in place as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss.

For several moments, Carissa wasn’t sure what to do. This was Jett, a man she’d considered her best friend for years. They’d never kissed. It had never even occurred to her to do such a thing. It wasn’t that she thought Jett was unattractive. It was simply that she wasn’t attracted to him in that way.

Or, at least, she
hadn’t
been. The man sure as hell knew how to kiss.

She followed his direction as his tongue swiped at her lower lip. She opened her mouth and let him in. His hand loosened when he sensed her acquiescence, moving to her cheek, his fingers lightly caressing her face.

God. Sexiest kiss ever.

Carissa lifted her arms to his shoulders, allowing herself to stroke his dark hair. Jett had been blessed with his mother’s thick mane, as opposed to his brother Caliph, who kept his head completely shaved. Both looks were sexy, but she preferred the way Jett’s hair fell over one eye when he let it grow just a touch too long.

She startled when Jett’s hand left her face and drifted lower. Their lips parted for a split second as she gasped. Jett didn’t allow her to pull away, following her retreat while leaving his rogue hand on her breast. His lips became harder, hungrier, as he cupped her sensitive flesh then used his wicked fingers to pinch her taut nipple.

She moaned, the sound swallowed by Jett’s continued kiss. Days could have passed, for all the awareness Carissa had of her surroundings. All she knew was that by the time Jett gentled this touch and they broke apart, she was flushed, feverish and hornier than she’d ever been in her life.

“Feel better?”

She frowned. “What?”

Jett pointed toward the window. Carissa struggled to comprehend exactly what she was looking at. Then she realized. It was clouds. They were in the air.

“You were nervous. Thought you could use some distraction during the takeoff.”

Joely’s light laughter sounded from the front of the plane. “You can distract me anytime you want, Jett. That was freaking hot.”

“You just focus on the road. Or the air or…whatever.” Carissa wasn’t sure where she’d found the strength to speak. Jett had sort of unwittingly shoved her neck deep in quicksand. When she’d imagined this trip, in her fantasies, she’d always met some sexy stranger and the two of them had spent the week lounging by the pool and having sex in the ocean. To keep the fantasy neat and easy, Jett had met another woman and basically disappeared early on, clearing her way to find true love and orgasms at the hand of some as-of-yet unknown character.

Now, she was suddenly seeing him in the role of her paradise hero and it wasn’t sitting very well. She had to find a way back to solid ground—literally and figuratively.

Carissa turned away from Jett, leaning back against the headrest and reclining the seat. She closed her eyes and pretended to be bored. “I’ll give you an A for effort, though your technique could use some work.”

Joely giggled. Carissa was pleased that it at least appeared like she was holding her own.

Jett leaned closer and lowered his voice, making sure only Carissa could hear him. “I plan to stick the landing.”

Carissa tried to ignore the seductive threat. Rather than acknowledge his words, she kept her eyes firmly closed, feigning sleep. There was no way she was going to let Jett know that his tactics to distract her had worked perfectly. Instead of stressing out over the fact she could die at any moment in a fiery plane crash, she found herself reliving Jett’s kiss over and over and counting down the seconds until he did it again.

Carissa had just begun to take notice of their descent when she felt Jett’s hand on her jaw. And then he was there, kissing her, again. And it was even more magical than the first time.

The world vanished until she heard the plane’s engine go silent and Joely laughed. “I’m finished watching the air. Can I have my distraction now?”

Jett released Carissa, grinning widely. He winked at Joely. “I’m afraid this one,” he gestured to Carissa, “needs a lot of attention.”

Jett and Joely chuckled while Carissa tried to decide if she was pissed off at his teasing, his cavalier attitude toward the most incredible kiss of her life or the fact he’d stopped kissing her. She decided to settle on all three.

“I wouldn’t worry about me monopolizing any more of your time. Now that we’re here, I fully intend to explore all my options. You’ve had your audition. I guess now you’ll just have to wait to see if you get a callback.”

Jett clasped Carissa’s hand, helping her down the narrow stairs from the plane to the dock. In the past, she wouldn’t have even noticed his touch, wouldn’t have considered the strength in his hand, the roughness of his fingers. She wouldn’t have considered all the ways those thick, large hands could touch her. Unfortunately, that was all she could think about now.

As they retrieved their luggage, she pulled her hand away from him, grateful for the opportunity to put some distance between them. She was tired from the long-ass day and stressed out from the flight. All she needed was a good night’s sleep and tomorrow, she’d be back in fighting shape and Jett would be firmly back in the “just friends” zone.

Problem solved.

“Holy shit,” Jett muttered, drawing her attention to their surroundings.

Every drop of anxiety vanished as she took her first good look at Eden.

“Jesus,” she whispered.

The word
paradise
seemed a pale description for the lush beauty of the island. Palm trees lined the edge of a pristine white sandy beach. The crystal blue water was clear and as they walked down the dock, Carissa could see countless species of colorful fish.

On its own, the natural magnificence would have been impossible to beat, but the opulent castle nestled atop a hill just before them overshadowed all of that.

The sun was beginning to set, the gray of dusk shattered by the bright lights greeting them. For a moment, Carissa could almost believe she’d been transported back in time.

“I can’t believe this place is real.”

Jett didn’t reply, so she turned to look at him. His gaze remained steadfast on the castle for a few moments more, and then he faced her.

“Thank you for bringing me here, Rissa.”

His words were solemn, earnest. She smiled and shrugged. “Thank the radio station.”

He shook his head, his eyes softening, reflecting some emotion that made Carissa nervous…in a good way. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and her palms felt sweaty. She’d never done that typical schoolgirl crush routine when she was a teenager. Life working at her father’s bar, surrounded by gruff, world-weary people who never tried to sugarcoat reality for her had taken away her ability to romanticize anything.