The Gypsy King (4 page)

Veronique jumped at hearing those words come from his mouth
. Did he just say what I thought he
did?
Letting her body betray nothing, she paused so his words could hang out over the water

between them. She looked at him in total surprise.

He just smiled, his eyes sparkling, and there was no mistaking the grin on his face. All she could do was look at him incredulously. Seeing him completely unfazed by the audacity of his remark, she could tell immediately that whatever reaction she made to his comment would not

matter in the least. He knew exactly what he was doing and understood the effect it would have on her.

She couldn’t believe how bold, how utterly

arrogant he was being. Veronique had never seen this side of Ahndray and she felt herself oozing more of her warm fluid into the river. Her legs 30

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began tingling incessantly. She realized she liked it. Liked him. Liked his attitude.

Giggling to herself, she kicked her legs harder, enjoying the rush of river between them and up into her valley. She cocked her head to the side in her best coquettish pose and flirted openly back at him. “My dear, Ahndray. You wouldn’t have a clue how to handle a girl like me. But you’re right about the screaming part—we’d have the local police out here in minutes.”

He remained unfazed, or if he had any of the same thoughts she was trying to force to the back of her own head, he didn’t show it. He simply smiled back at her.

“Oh really? Well, Ms.
Future
Rodell, you sound a little too sure of yourself to me.” He looked up into the sky, sighed deeply, then turned back to her with a calm, confident gaze looking directly into her eyes. He seemed to be staring right into her soul, and suddenly, she felt like an object, his object, like an artist’s model or a muse. It was as if she being studied, admired and yes, maybe even understood.

Veronique held her ground, but her world

shifted and became a little wobbly.

“But since you are still a single woman, Ms.

Veronique, I don’t mind telling you that if you were mine,” he said gently, “I would make you scream with pleasure until the stars shook loose from the sky. They would fall to earth in long 31

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silver chains and turn the Chamois into a sizzling steam bath. We would make love in the mist every night. Police or no police.”

Stunned and completely unprepared for what

she was hearing and feeling, Veronique continued treading water silently. Something bumped her thigh and startled her. Ahndray’s foot must have brushed against her as he kicked to keep his head above the water.
At least, I think that’s his foot…oh
my god!
She backed up slightly. A warm current of water surged past her leg again.

She nervously splashed water into his face and swam toward the riverbank. He treaded water right where he was, looked up at the moon, and began floating on his back again. As he swam in circles like an upside down dolphin, his swollen cock left a small wake behind him and he

carelessly spit more water up at the moon. He didn’t even look where she was going.

Veronique couldn’t dare stare at him any

longer, but before she diverted her gaze to land, she got a full view of him and he was even bigger now! She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but her mind filled with visions of every forest fuck she had ever given herself and she knew she was ready—it was her time. She called to him from the riverbank and had to yell a second time before he began slowly weaving his way toward dry land.

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that he traveled with provisions, and tasty ones at that. He had a blanket, almost a full bottle of last year’s Rodell Estate Bordeaux, two delicious cheeses, pate, slices of peppered veal, Serrano ham and salted crackers. She even saw an opened pack of Gauloise’s and smiled. She was suddenly very hungry and knew that this man, the man she had been forcing herself to wait for, was also just as famished.

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eronique tried her best not to stare like a Vcommon street whore as he emerged from the water, but she just couldn’t help herself. He had her so flustered she had to meet his gaze or she knew she would lose him somehow. He rose out of the river and she held her breath and pretended to uncork the wine. He emerged, ran his hands through his shoulder-length hair, then down across his chest to wick away the river water. He was nut-brown from sunny days in the

countryside.

Veronique immediately thought of

Michelangelo’s incredible sculptures. Chiseled chest spread out high and strong accented with firm, rounded shoulders. Taught pectoral muscles formed a deep crevice of curved muscle running down to his rippled abdomen—all framed by

strong, flaring hipbones. He had just enough hair that the river’s wetness clung to his form like she imagined he would be if he was sweating and growling and yes, grinding.

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quickly as he brushed the water from his thighs.

Veronique gasped as he casually pulled a fist over the full length of his cock acting like he was drying him off, too. She giggled and smiled as she watched, mesmerized at his boldness. He grinned at her and stared deeply into her eyes. She forced herself to drop her gaze from his swelling girth down to the river’s edge, then found her eyes dancing quickly back up to his as he spoke.

“So, Ms. Champnaey, you did not mention

what the hell is going on with you and my

brother.”

She covered herself somewhat with his picnic blanket and, in a firm voice she didn’t know she had, said, “Don’t mention Leone again.”

“I hear you, Princess,” he said, this time

sounding very sincere and understanding. He confidently plopped himself down beside her on the blanket’s only vacant edge. Before she could ask him the first place he wanted to travel he thrust his hand behind her neck, grabbed the back of her wet head and buried his mouth on hers fast enough to take her breath away.

Ahndray kissed her, then kissed her longer and deeper with more intensity than any man had ever kissed her before. He began softly, their lips forming a perfect connection with ideal pressure and wonderful wetness. Then he pressed harder, as if he was very, very hungry. He sucked on her lips, he nibbled on her tongue, he tasted the inside 35

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of her lips and ran his tongue across her teeth. She felt like she was being explored and it was delightful to be the object of so much intensity and curiosity. It was as if he was almost on the edge of eating her entirely.

Just when she was sure they were finished, he would pull her closer and press into her mouth harder, as if he was simply going to devour her entirely. It was the strangest and most passionate and real kiss she had ever felt. With her eyes closed tightly, Veronique suddenly felt as if they were dancing and now she did not want him to stop. His mouth and lips had her swirling,

swaying back and forth as he ran his tongue lightly all around her mouth. She pictured herself spun around, her arms above her head, twirling forever for him. All in a kiss.

Veronique held on to him for fear of her knees buckling. Countless minutes passed before he released her gently and pulled his face away from hers. “Finally!” she exclaimed as she caught her breath. “A man who can kiss!” She was spinning and a bit dizzy, but he tasted delicious and she could tell in one kiss every layer she had around her heart for protection, would soon be stripped away if she wasn’t careful.

She steadied herself, looked into his eyes and grinned. She met his mouth with the verve and gush of a champagne bottle exploding and she felt like standing up and screaming out her favorite 36

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toast,
Ah votre sante
!

She pulled away from his lips and yelled, “Viva la France!” They laughed and fell into the blanket together. She sank, relaxed and melted into his eager mouth, her hand slipping into his wet hair and pulling him closer. It was so perfect she could almost taste champagne on his tongue! Five years of Leone’s brusque, clumsy fumbling did not prepare her for the passion building inside her from just one kiss with Ahndray.

“
A la votre
!” he mumbled into her lips and smiled when she pulled him tighter to her mouth, no doubt so they both would shut up. He pulled away slowly and whispered for her to stay right here. He stood up and she watched the moonlight bathe his shoulders, torso and thick, muscular thighs.

Even his toes and feet look delicious with the water
dripping off them
, she said to herself while reaching for one of his Gauloise’s. She struck her match and noticed her hands were shaking, her thighs were quivering and she was literally burning from the inside out. She giggled and uncorked the wine and took a big gulp straight from the bottle. She tossed a few pieces of peppered veal into her mouth and followed it with a chunk of savory Le Brin cheese. She felt like devouring anything within sight as she basked in the luxuriously smooth cotton of the tablecloth rubbing against her lips, still wet from the river and getting much, 37

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much, wetter.

Using the illumination from her match,

Ahndray quickly found his shirt, held it in his hands and began methodically fastening every button, including the cuffs. She watched him walk to a large tree a few feet away from their blanket and reach high into the air over and over.

She laughed but had no idea what he was

doing. “Higher. Higher!” she yelled up at him.

Veronique played along with whatever game he was playing and watched him as, over and over, he reached higher, then plunged his hands deeply into the sleeves and body of his shirt.

After several minutes he returned, a little winded. He offered her his now bulging shirt.

“Every princess should have a pillow,” he said, bending at the waist like a knight acknowledging royalty.

Veronique took it and held it to her breast. He had transformed his shirt into a luxurious pillow stuffed with low-hanging, ash-gray Spanish moss.

She buried her face into his gift, inhaled the woodsy scent and knew it would be softer than the plushest bedding she had ever lain on.

“Perfect,” she purred, handing him the bottle of wine.

It was all she could manage to say and she was hoping he didn’t see the tears welling up in her eyes. Veronique scolded herself silently while trying to hide her face by casually flicking the 38

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Gauloise into the river.
We’re going way too fast and
he’s making me feel things I can’t control, but why
can’t I stop myself? Should I stop myself?

She quizzed herself silently. She was flooded with emotions, but as he stood above her looking down in lust and admiration at her, she unleashed the blanket from around her shoulders and

revealed herself completely to him. Placing their pillow behind her head, she stretched out like a cat on a hot summer day and the strong, adventurous woman inside her drowned out any of the fearful girl she had left. She gave in to her needs without trepidation. “Show me that thing about the stars, please,
mon
Ahndray.”

Ahndray quaffed a mouthful of wine, laughed and fell onto her giggling and biting her neck, then wrapped himself completely around her with his still-wet body. His tongue filled her mouth and he ran his hands over every inch of her body, feeling the water from the river making them both slippery. Finally, he put one of his arms

underneath hers and up around her shoulder and another firmly around her waist. He held her there and squeezed her so tight she could barely

breathe. His grip slowed them both down until they were breathing together now, giddy from the rush of excitement at feeling something

completely new and enticing.

He let go of her waist, stretched his arm out to the edge of the blanket and snatched it into the air.

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It flapped like a bird’s wing and then draped over them both. He pulled it close to his chest and then laughed as he rolled over the top of her, then pulled her over on top of him and wrapped them up together like they were rolling down a hill and soon they were both wrapped up in their own Persian carpet.

They both laughed and adjusted themselves to their new positions. Veronique pushed her knees out, stretching the blanket to give her enough room to spread her legs wider and accept his warm hips now resting on hers. He arched his back and wriggled his legs and feet and soon they were sandwiched together in a warm cocoon with enough room to get what they both needed and each knew they desperately wanted. She

immediately felt his hardness and was shocked at the size and power of him.

His erection seemed as big as a baby’s arm

against her inner thigh. She could feel him pulsing, his breathing heavy and deep, as he pulled her closer and squeezed her even tighter, burying his tongue as deep as he could in her mouth. She let herself go then, completely caught up in his smell and energy and desire and she resigned herself to give him anything and

everything he wanted right here, right now.

Ahndray dropped his tender mouth to her

nipples and lightly pulled a fleshy pebble into his mouth and suckled her. His mouth felt great, but 40

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it was simply too much stimulation. Veronique reached down and pulled his face back up to her lips and bucked her hips, letting him know he was wanted and needed elsewhere.

Licking and nibbling on her neck, he moved

slowly but with a firm tenderness that sent shivers down both of their spines. As if he had all the time in the world, he pushed up against her slowly, dragging his head and shaft along her inner thigh until he was pressing lightly at her dripping, delicate opening.

As her breathing slowed a bit, he kissed her with as much passion and fervor as he could. She hungrily sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth and quickly lost control. She wondered how it would feel pressing and probing her quivering clit. She gasped as Ahndray inched forward