Free Return by Jordan Summers Page A

blinked, trying to bring reality back. She’d never orgasmed so quickly or quite so hard. Orion’s hands definitely had a magic touch that would be far too easy to get used to.
    Someone walked onto the stage and handed the announcer an envelope. He ripped it open and glanced at the names. A second later he smiled at the audience. “The third place winners are Ryan and April with their alien huntress and prey costumes. Give them a hand.”
    Brigit clapped, her hands clumsily coming together on the off beat.
    “The second place winners are…Rick and Dorothy.”
    Rick and Dorothy’s lips thinned over their teeth in sneers. They stepped forward and accepted the trophy. Dorothy’s eyes spit venom, while Rick looked at Brigit sheepishly, not bothering to hide the longing in his brown depths.
    Orion squeezed Brigit’s side and she jumped.
    “The first prize goes to, yep, you guessed it. Brigit and Orion come over here.”
    Orion released her and Brigit instantly felt the loss of warmth. They stepped forward in sync. He reached for the trophy, then passed it over to Brigit, who beamed. She couldn’t help it.
    “We did it!”
    Orion grinned. “Is this piece of metal all you remember about our performance ?”
    “Hardly.” She blushed. “I can’t believe you did that.”
    “Did what?” he asked, his face the picture of innocence.
    “You know.”
    “No one knows what happened, but you and I.”
    Brigit glanced around at the people and realized Orion was right. “You were terrific with the chain and all. Thanks for holding me up so I didn’t fall.”
    “I’d never let you down,” he stated with such sincerity that her heart clenched in response.
    They strolled off the stage, accepting congratulations as they made their way through the milling crowd. Brigit didn’t even mind that Orion seemed to be dragging her along. She chuckled. Someone was obviously in a hurry to get back to the room.
    When they entered the relative quiet of the hall, he stopped. “We must speak. I have much to tell you.” Orion met her eyes before continuing on.
    Wow! He’d gotten serious all of a sudden. Brigit hoped she wasn’t about to receive a “Dear Brigit” speech from him. She didn’t think she could handle that after what they’d shared on stage. Her mind scrambled to recall what he’d said earlier. Jac and Rachel’s face swam before her eyes. She was such a schmuck. She’d forgotten about her friends and everything else but her orgasm and winning this stupid contest. She glanced down at the gold trophy in her hands.
    It didn’t seem nearly as impressive or shiny as it had only moments ago. What was wrong with her? She’d never been this flaky.
    They reached her room a short time later. Orion opened the door without asking for a key. She frowned, wondering how he’d done it, but stepped in the room behind him. The lights were off because she’d forgotten to leave them on. She heard him somewhere on the other side of the room. A second later the lamp came on, bathing the room in buttery light.
    He watched her like a hungry lion ready to take down a gazelle.
    She cleared her throat. “Y-You said you wanted to talk.”
    “I’ve changed my mind. We’ll talk later,” he growled, pulling off his boots.
    All Brigit’s senses went on alert, yet she stood frozen just inside the door. Blindly, she reached behind her to snick the latch, locking them inside.
    “Come here.” Orion’s voice sounded raw like his throat was sore from gargling pebbles. He raised his arm and beckoned her with a lone finger, which was as effective as placing her on a conveyor belt.
    Brigit registered his words and the meaning behind them, her body moistened and her nipples perked. Eager and more than ready, it still took her a moment to get her wobbly legs to cooperate. Move, damn you. She sauntered across the room, which only took a few steps, but felt like a zillion miles in her current condition. Heat pooled in her limbs, leaving them leaden.