Blaze Donahue has admired Kaylee from afar for quite some time, and part of the reason he’s kept his distance is because he’s had no indication that she might even be interested. But when he’s given the opportunity to offer her his own version of OM with no strings attached, he makes an offer she has a hard time refusing.
When there are undeniable sparks between the two, Kaylee runs, afraid of the overwhelming feelings she has for this gorgeous, sensitive guy. Blaze feels compelled to convince her otherwise but wonders if he’ll be able to crack through the ice surrounding this sweet girl. Can they find true love or will it just be a one-time O?
Rachel wasn’t waiting for anyone to keep up. “I read an article on it earlier today, so then I Googled it. Have any of you ever heard of tantric sex?” Shannon nodded her head but Maddy said no. Kaylee shook her head, but Rachel was already storming the castle. “Well, the concept is similar. It’s all Buddhist and higher level and stuff…but it’s fucking orgasms, you know? I mean…that shit’s insane! And to have someone doing it to you without expecting a blowjob in return?” She laughed. “I am so there.”
Maddy laughed along with her friend but then said, “Doesn’t that just make the person bringing it on an overpaid pretentious whore?”
“You would think so, but no. They are totally serious about it. You even keep your shirt on! They say they want to remove the goal—you know, that you have to orgasm. It’s more about the experience, focusing on the sensations. And it’s fifteen minutes. That’s it. And then you talk about it.”
Shannon burst out laughing. “You talk about it? What?! ‘Baby, was it good for you’?”
Rachel giggled. “No. Maybe. I don’t know!” The poor waiter handed Rachel her new drink and she donned a lustful smile. The alcohol was definitely talking. “Thank you so much. I will be tracking you down later. I want to stuff a tip down your pants.”
He smiled again, and Kaylee could see he was nervous. She thought he must have imagined Rachel as a jaguar, and if she got anywhere near him on the open plain, she’d chase his ass, knock him down, and tear into his flesh.
Kaylee suspected Rachel just might consider it. The girl got horny when she drank, and her lips got loose to boot, so her sex life (or want of one) was not a secret when she was imbibing.
Rachel said, “We are going to Boulder next week. We have to do this.”
Kaylee felt the blood drain from her face. No way. No way in hell was she going to do something crazy like that.
“Oh, my God, yes!” Maddy said, her voice higher in pitch, close to a squeal. Shannon was enthusiastic as well, her head pumping up and down with vigor. The three women then turned to look at Kaylee.
She was going to have to say something. Damn it. She waved her hands in front of herself. “Oh, no, girls. That’s way out of my comfort zone.”
Rachel reached across the table, patting Kaylee’s hand. “Exactly why you have to do it.”
Jade C. Jamison was born and raised in Colorado, moved from one city/town to the next, and she’s decided she likes it so much she wants to stay…although travel is not out of the question. She lives in a big town in Colorado (not unlike Winchester!) with her husband and four children. She is working on becoming a crazy cat lady. Okay, so maybe not.
Still want more? Jade has a bachelor’s degree in English Literature and Theater, a master’s degree in English, and a master of fine arts in Creative Writing. Obviously, she loves school and the student loan folks love her. She works in human services by day, teaches English and creative writing at night, and—in between playing soccer mom and community leader—writes like a fiend. Someday soon, she’ll narrow it down to just writing, but let’s get all those kids off to college first.