Free [Invitation to Eden 21.0] Falling or Flying by RG Alexander

want that. Pity. She looked down at the journal. “For a few weeks we parked beside this private airfield in Arizona. I loved it. I spent all day watching the planes, wishing I could fly. Long story short, one day my mother drove away in the family home, and I ended up with Artie at his airport.”
    For a few years. And then Artie had had a stroke. At sixteen, she’d helped keep his small business flying while he fought to recover, but in the end he was too tired to go on. His family had swooped in for the funeral, sold the planes and the property and left Joely alone again, with a pilot’s license but no place to go. No idea where her mother was or how to find her. No home.
    Joely shifted away from him defensively. “I survived. I always do. And for years now I’ve been the second most important person on this island, privy to secrets that would shock the world, living the high life in an actual castle. I’m a walking fairytale.”
    Austin didn’t say a word, and she was grateful. Instead, he tangled his hands in her hair, tilting her head back and kissing her in way that had her melting despite herself. He was a damn good kisser.
    When he lifted his head she heard a noise, and it took her a minute to realize what it was. “It’s almost morning.”
    “How can you tell?” He was kissing her jaw, her neck and shoulders.
    “Those birds. They’re more persistent then my alarm clock. And louder.”
    He took the journal from her hand and lowered her onto her back, his expression hidden in shadow. “How many times, Joely? Did we make it to four?”
    Her body instantly responded. “Five.” Though she’d lost count of the number of orgasms he’d given her in between. “I was impressed.”
    Austin smiled in approval. “I’m goal oriented. In fact, I have something in mind for today. Another experiment I’ll need your help with.”
    Please.
    “I’m here to help,” she gasped when he slid his hand between her thighs. “It’s my job.”
    “And you do love your job, don’t you?”
    His lips trailed down her stomach and thighs to follow his hands. She slid her fingers in his hair and moaned when his tongue thrust inside her. “Yes! I love it.”
    Her hips lifted helplessly as her sensitive flesh responded to his now familiar touch. “I love it so much.”
     

 

Chapter Four
     
    The water was the perfect temperature. She shouldn’t be surprised, she thought as she lowered herself into the crystal-clear pool and swam toward the rock shelf Austin had pointed out to her before he left.
    He’d mentioned something about hunting for breakfast. Last night’s dinner, this morning’s breakfast—unless he was hiding a bow and arrow in the bushes, she wasn’t sure how he was doing it. She should stop being surprised by his abilities. He was more than she’d given him credit for. A millionaire with money to burn and a life of relative ease? Yes. But also a veteran, survivor, writer, hunter…kinky bastard. He was kinky, and after last night she knew Court was too. He liked to watch. He liked to direct. For two men who said they preferred ménage to the dungeon, they certainly walked the line. Austin’s request was proof of that.
    You agreed.
    It was hard to say no to a man who was making you scream in pleasure. But Joely knew she would have agreed to it regardless. She couldn’t stop thinking about Court spending the night alone beneath the stars so she and Austin could christen the cave. About the way he’d watched them by the fire.
    Her attraction to him had taken her entirely by surprise. Austin Wright was the man in her dreams, not the earthy redhead. But when they met he’d teased her as if he’d known her forever, and she’d teased him right back. She hadn’t been playing a role or adapting to their needs. She’d just been herself, and Court seemed to like it. When he’d looked at her, watched her pump her hips against Austin’s mouth and beg him to make her come, she’d liked that. Loved it, if