Free Eternal Seduction (The Sexy Series #3) by Kate Edwards

 
    Eternal Seduction
     
     
     
    Chapter One
     
    I blinked—a few times actually.
    I then let out a primal yawn that nearly rocked the portraits and crucifixes, which hung by the thinnest of strings off the plain white wall.
    I was face-first into the cold side of my favorite pillow. I could feel the sting on my neck from the garish morning sun peeking through the plain curtains that covered the one and only visual portal to the outside world; a strip mall, which featured a Filipino restaurant named Manila Joe’s .
    “ You’re here? When did you get in?” asked the frail voice from my bedroom doorway. Sister Luz was young, demure and extremely shy and was never partial to confrontation. Her eyes always bugged out as if she were frightened by every noise, smell or sight that surrounded her. But no, she wasn’t actually afraid, poor thing just had a face that looked to be in state of permanent terror.
    “ Nevermind, I didn’t mean to pry,” she said. “Sister Janice sent me an email. She asked me to tell you that you must attend to your morning, afternoon and evening prayers...and that...and that...” I could hear her swallow as I lay in bed. “...your internet has been shut off.”
    “ What?” I barked , my voice muffled as I spoke into the pillow. “Why would she...oh, forget it.”
    “ Also Jessie, breakfast is ready. You want to come downstairs—its eggs, sausage and waffles.”
    The flight from Paris was turbulent, uncomfortable and bumpy. I was jet-lagged and didn’t get any sleep on the plane. I wasn’t in the mood to unlatch my body from the depths of my mattress, let alone walk down the convent’s flight of stairs. “I need to sleep, Luz. I’ll join you later for lunch.”
    “ Okay,” said Sister Luz, her voice trailing off as she exited the room. Instantly, she came back and stuck her head into my room for one last brief moment. “Welcome back, Sister.”
    I still laid in bed with my head planted into my pillow like an ostrich who slips its bird-sized cranium into a hole. Legs immobile and stretched, I raised my arm at Sister Luz giving her thanks for the kind welcome.
    I heard the phone ring. I lifted the receiver and plopped it back down. It was probably my mother and I was too pooped to talk. No time for breakfast, no time for calls.
    A few minutes later, my mind relaxed itself into a clean slate. My breathing became synchronized with my heart rate as I slipped into nothingness. My subconscious toiled in the nether-regions of coitus as I began to dream about visual mutations of my sexual experiences. I cupped E’tienne’s genitals in my hand. Slowly rubbing the tip of his head, trying my hardest to get his penis aroused in record time. I don’t know why I often dream of rubbing a penis, it must have something to do with the power of arousing another human being and seeing the successful results instantaneously in the form of an engorged and swollen shaft and head.
    I knelt in a dark space. There wasn’t anything descriptive about where I was. Odorless, colorless, and timeless were the only words that could characterize the setting in my dream where I favored E’tienne.
    As I stroked the silky, thin layer of skin up and down on his long shaft, another bodily form appeared from the darkness. A tall, muscular and bronzed figure with smooth, unblemished skin emerged from the mental fog. It was Jake’s nude physique, standing barrel-chested; his upper torso conformed down to a perfect V-shape right above his toned waistline. He stood still, flaccid and caring, and he coursed his fingers through my hair.
    “ I love seeing you this way,” he said, while his thick lips curled to the right in a half-grin.
    I kept jerking E’tienne off, his gorgeous blue pupils solely focused on me. I turned my attention toward Jake as he grappled my scalp and yanked my head back. “Want me to make you hard?” I asked.
    Jake nodded his head.
    I grabbed his half-erect dick, which was thicker than