All I Need
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Thirteen years ago, in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, Kylie O'Rourke left her old life behind.
A big part of that life was her high school sweetheart and first love Gabriel Fontenot.
Now, back in New Orleans for a bachelorette weekend, Kylie engages in a one night fling with a masked stranger. A stranger who knows her name. A stranger who isn't a stranger at all.
This unintended reunion rips open the seal that, for so long, kept Kylie's intense and complicated feelings hidden. The reemergence of Gabriel and the passion he inspires breaks down her notions of who she's become and where her life is headed. She must face secrets from her past and the most grave of truths: she never stopped loving Gabriel Fontenot.
But Gabriel has changed too. She wonders if he sees her the same and if he has secrets of his own.
Can she and Gabriel pick up where they left off? Or will secrets and the passage of time keep them apart forever?
From debut romance author Jamie St. John comes a story about nostalgia, passion, and whether or not you can ever go home again.
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All I Need - Jamie St. John
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Kylie – Now
His mouth is a doorway to magical taste and sensation. I melt with desire to melt with him. Our tongues dance, like our bodies so recently, but with more force, like no amount of contact is enough. With each writhing motion I want more. The kiss is everything Holy Communion should be, a sharing of flesh, divine and dripping with sweet revelation.
When he pulls away, I lunge forward, needing him back in my mouth. Another song starts, but the spell doesn’t break. I’m ravenous for him. He says something about getting a room, and somehow I manage to answer.
He kisses me again, and we leave the club in a rush, sole passengers on a bullet train burning carnal fuel. Somewhere between the club and the hotel, I realize I never bought the second round of drinks, and start laughing like a crazy person.
He stops and asks if I’m okay, if I’m sure I want to do this, if maybe I’ve had too much to drink. But the only thing I’m drunk on is the need to be as near to him as possible. I’m in danger of thinking beyond the night, about what might happen tomorrow morning when I wake up in his arms, if I wake up in his arms, if he doesn’t leave before dawn’s first light. I think about what might happen if I see him again before my vacation is over. I think that I’m thinking too much and quell my thoughts with another deep kiss.
I love everything about this. I love that we’re still in costume, our faces covered by masks. I love that I don’t know his name. More than anything, I just love how caught up in it I am, back in New Orleans and pulsing with expectation.
Somehow I hold it together while I pay for the room. I overcome his objections, first by telling him that he bought me a drink, then by telling him that if he buys us breakfast tomorrow, we’d be square.
The middle-aged woman at the front desk can barely contain her smirk as I fumble with my credit card. She knows what’s up. I can read it all over her flushed face as she hands me the receipt.
Have fun,
she says with a wink.
The elevator ride to the room on the fifth floor is too long. I want him now. We share few words. Mostly, we just look back and forth at each other, giggling like children and occasionally sharing more kisses as reminders of what’s coming later and can’t come soon enough.
Nerves abuzz, it takes three tries to get the room key to work. He asks again if I’m sure I want to do this. He says we can stop whenever, and I believe he means it. There’s no whiny disappointment in his voice. His features hold concern, but it’s clearly concern for me, not for whether or not he’s getting laid tonight. I’m a good reader of people and his expression exudes empathy.
I’m more than sure,
I say, and with that, I finally get the door open.
When we enter the room, time slows down even more than in the elevator, but this time, I don’t resist it. It’s always better to take your time.
I cross the room and face him. He hasn’t moved from the doorway. He watches me for instruction. I love a man who can let go of control. While I don’t deny the existence of benevolently dominant men, I’ve yet to meet one myself.
Okay. Rule one: masks stay on.
Okay with me.
Rule number two: you will wear protection.
Oh, shit. Should I run down and get some? I think there’s a convenience store across the street.
Not necessary. I always carry condoms in my purse, because, well, I guess you never know.
I watch him closely for one sign of judgment, one indicator that he’s the type of man who would shame me. Believe it or not, even in the twenty-first century, such men exist.
Cool,
he says. That will save us some time.
He smiles then. I can tell he is a little nervous now.
Don’t worry. I’m healthy.
Same. I just... well, I guess I don’t normally do this.
That sounds like a line, but for some reason, I believe you.
I also, I dunno. I kind of get the feeling that you don’t either.
Now, that’s a shocker.
Well, if we still had our drinks, I’d say we should toast to trying new things.
He laughs and I join him. After something like fifteen seconds, we stop.
So, who gets undressed first?
Maybe we should do it together. On three?
Okay. I like that.
Then he bites his lip. Well, maybe I should get a head start. This hat leaves me more to shed.
Fair enough,
I say, glad to get a full view of that fantastic hair.
He removes the hat and I stare, admiring the wavy locks. I can’t believe how thick they are. I can hardly wait to run my hands through them.
Okay,
I say. One-two-three.
We take our time. I don’t know how much time has passed before we’re fully naked, but I’m grateful for it. Anticipation is my favorite part of lovemaking. We stand there, examining each other. I’m not crazy about letting men give me a full inspection when I’m disrobed, but something about this man is so disarming, I want him to see me naked, to examine the goods before he signs on the dotted line. I even do a little twirl so he can look at my ass and whatever else catches his fancy back there. I’m partial to the back of my neck, myself, a space of flesh tattooed with a butterfly.
I face him again and can see he is pleased. I try not to notice a man’s cock before anything else, but in this case its’ challenging not to. He’s rock hard, and his length extends so that the head of his penis reaches his navel.
The body that houses the organ is not too shabby either. Clothed, he appeared deceptively wiry, almost frail and birdlike. His large hands should have been a dead giveaway though. He is anything but frail. His abs are like eight polished stones lined up in two perfect columns. Pecs are similarly smooth, and just as firm. His arms are lean and sinewy. His legs are like a runner’s. Aside from some strange pink scars near his color bone, his body is pretty much flawless. Either he’s got a great workout regimen, or he was grown in a lab from top-of-the-line genes.
I utter a breathy wow,
before I can stop myself.
Wow bad or wow good?
I take a step toward him. I think you know.
We close the distance between each other. The eye contact holds steady with each step. It’s like we’re in a trance, each of us a space particle caught in the gravitational pull of the planet between us, a world made up only of our mutual desire.
We kiss, and I’m pleased to discover that we’ve lost none of our momentum. It’s like we’re dancing again, this time even closer together, connected at even more points, with nothing to keep us apart. We dance our way to the bed.
He kisses his way down my torso, each touch of his full lips a warm drop of exquisite oil. I stop him at my waist, taking a fistful of hair that feels as amazing as it looks.
You should let me first,
I say. If we go straight from blowjob to sex, you probably won’t last long.
Wow, that’s incredibly forward.
I’m not knocking your stamina. It’s just physics. If I get you to an eight on the scale of flaccid to thar she blows, and then put you inside of me, it will be over way too quickly.
Wow. You’re really confident about your head game.
I’ll get you to the brink. Then you can go down on me. Then intercourse. Longer lasting intercourse, especially with the aforementioned protection.
Before he can help himself, he’s in stitches, cheeks flushed and laughing like he’s heard the latest, filthiest version of The Aristocrats joke.
What?
I say, trying to stifle my own giggles.
He catches his breath. I guess I’m not used to this kind of honesty or planning.
Is that a problem?
No, it’s kind of nice, actually.
Great. Then get your ass on the bed and let me suck your dick.
He stands up straight and salutes, which looks all the more ridiculous given his nudity.
Ma’am,
he says.
Then he’s sprawled out on the bed waiting for me.
How fucked up would it be if I just left?
You wouldn’t even bring your clothes?
I grin big and get down on my knees between his muscular thighs. When I take him in my mouth, he gasps and grips the bedsheets in tight fists.
Oh, he’s gonna be a fun one.
And he is. Everything is. It’s great. As close to a