Amy's Advantage (28 page)

“Whichever works.” He squeezed her breast. “Did Ellyna know
about Chloe?”

Pushing his hand away, she twisted back around to resume her
position of leaning against his chest. “Smooth change of topic. I contacted her
once we were in Houston.”

“She didn’t know about Chloe until then?”

Amy sighed. “No. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I didn’t want
her to think I was a total screw-up. She’d bailed me out of jail more than
once, remember?”

“It wouldn’t have mattered to her.”

“I know that
now
. But you kind of get in the habit of
depending only on yourself if that’s how it’s been in the past.”

With a light touch that gave her a sensual shiver, Jordyn
traced the outer shell of her ear. “So when did you and Ellyna decide to come
back to Ilyria?”

“She’d been planning on visiting us in Houston as soon as
she heard about Chloe, but when I told her about the attack, she knew it was a
Predator and came immediately. That’s when she told me where I was really from
and that you were closing in on us.”

“Closing in?”

“Her words, not mine. And you know the rest—how we planned
to get us all to Ilyria.”

“Oh yes.” He tugged on her earlobe. “Through trickery and
deception.”

She elbowed him in the ribs. “It worked out. Mostly.”

Jordyn rolled away from her and off the bed. With his normal
efficiency, he had his pants and shirt on within seconds.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Nowhere. But I’m picky about who sees me naked.”

“Who—”A knock sounded at the door.

“Room service,” he said and then pointed at her. “Stay put and
pull the sheet up.”

“How do you
do
that?” she asked, but she was talking
to herself. Jordyn was already in the other room.

After a minute, he poked his head back through the doorway.
“I’ve set up breakfast out here.” His gaze zeroed in on her still uncovered
breasts. “Or would you like to have breakfast in bed?”

She considered, but decided she didn’t want to be rolling
around on crumbs later on. “Not this morning.” Scrambling out of bed, she
grabbed a short, silky robe that had come with one of the outfits she’d ordered
and joined him in the front room of the suite.

“I’d have been okay with you eating naked, if you were
wondering,” Jordyn commented as she seated herself in front of the plate
containing a stack of pancakes and bacon.

“Maybe next time,” she said.

A shadow passed over his face, but he only nodded and
attended to his own plate. Inwardly she sighed and reminded herself that
whatever this was that she and Jordyn were sharing had an expiration date. Her
throat suddenly closed around a bite of pancake and she had to take a drink of
juice to get it down. They ate in silence for a couple of minutes.

“So,” she said, forcing the word to come out naturally, “do
you ever have someone from Earth just stumble into Ilyria through one of these
portals you use?”

“Not to my knowledge. But a person has to purposefully and
willingly step through. They can’t just fall into one.” He stopped, frowning at
a spot past her shoulder. “Although Bethany pushed a Predator through one. But
that was one controlled by the Sleht.”

For a moment, he remained motionless, thinking. Then his
expression cleared and he took another bite of eggs. “Something to consider
later. Anyway, portals are not that easy to find. Untended ones are rare and
naturally appear only briefly in unpopulated areas.”

“And the tended ones?”

“They are created and maintained for common movement and
travel around our cities mostly. The portals between worlds are heavily guarded
and strictly monitored at our end.”

She swallowed a bite of pancake. “How do you keep track of
so many?”

“Think of all the public transportation venues here.
Airports, busses, subways. Just because there are a lot of them doesn’t mean
they aren’t regulated and monitored. And portals between worlds aren’t as
ordinary as you may think.”

“It seems there are quite a few between Ilyria and Earth.”

Jordyn finished off his last bite of toast. “Not stable
ones. But Ilyria and Earth are unique in that they are both hubs of a sort for
portals. Judging from the basic similarities of our ancestors, living
requirements, cultures, etcetera, there was either a lot of crossing over at
one point or we were both populated by the same original group.”

“Huh.” Amy tapped her fork against the side of her plate.
“If they’re so rare in the first place, how does one go about finding these
portals?”

Jordyn narrowed his gaze. “Are you making plans I should be
aware of?”

“Not yet. Just wondering. Jumping between worlds is a huge
element of science fiction in this world and it makes me wonder if all the
stories truly were made up.”

Jordyn placed his fork on his empty plate and leaned back in
his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “On Ilyria, we have Prophets and
Keepers, individuals born with the ability to find doorways between worlds,
know when a new one is opening and create or close one in an emergency. Though
it’s much easier to close one than to create one.”

Amy swirled a piece of pancake in a puddle of syrup on her
plate. “So these portals, are they science or magic?”

“Depends on who you ask.”

“I’m asking you,” she said, using the last bite of
syrup-soaked pancake to point at him before stuffing it into her mouth, leaving
a dribbled trail of syrup on the table.

“I think most classify things that are understood as science
and those that aren’t, magic.”

“That’s a fairly neat non-answering answer. Ever consider
going into politics?” She swiped at the spilled syrup with her finger and then
absently licked off the sweet stickiness as she waited for his answer.

Jordyn’s gaze sharpened and she couldn’t miss the heartbeat
of a pause that it took him to answer or the heat that flared in his eyes at
her action. “Never. Politicians have to pretend to like those they don’t and
try to please everyone. Neither are virtues of mine.”

Delicately, she set her fork beside her plate and looked at
him from beneath her lashes. “Oh I don’t know,” she said. “You do a pretty good
job of pleasing me.” She drew out the last word with a low, soft purr as she
dipped her finger into the syrup again and then deliberately swirled her tongue
around the tip of her finger before inserting it into her mouth. His eyes
narrowed as she sucked off the last remnant of syrup and then withdrew it
slowly.

“Come here,” he growled.

She put enough suction on the tip of her finger that it
popped when she pulled it completely out. Doing her best imitation of an
innocent ingénue, she widened her eyes and then blinked twice. “Why?”

Jordyn’s eyebrows rose at her game. She smiled sweetly. “I
thought we were having a conversation about portals,” she said. “Why do I have
to come over there? I can hear you perfectly fine from here.”

“I have more information, but we must be careful. I’ll have
to whisper.”

She pretended to think about it, puckering her lips to one
side. “Well, I suppose we can’t be too careful.” After pushing back from the
table, she moved around to his side, trailing her fingers along the edge of the
small table desk until she stood in front of him.

“Closer,” he said.

Two tiny steps brought her toes against his. He uncrossed
his arms and sat up straight in the chair, reaching for her. With his hands on
her waist, he pulled her forward until she was sitting on his lap, her legs
straddling him with her robe riding up high on her thighs.

“So about these portals,” she said.

“Shhhh. Whisper. This is a very sensitive topic.”

“Sorry,” she said and leaned in next to his ear to whisper.
“Is this better?”

“Yes.” His hands found the tie of her robe and undid the
knot. The silky fabric slid open several inches. He pushed the sides of the
robe back, exposing her from breasts to pussy. “Much better.”

For a moment she was distracted as he lowered his head to
suck on one of her nipples, his large hands gliding under the robe to cup her
ass. Dear god, the man had a mouth that could work magic. After teasing one
breast to aching fullness, he started on the other. Sparkling sensations that
reminded her of champagne bubbles swirled through her belly and down her
thighs, emphasizing her open, but empty cunt. She rocked forward. but couldn’t
get the pressure she needed on her clit.

He kissed his way up to her neck and brought his hands
around to caress her breasts, molding them in his palms.

She caught her breath and asked, “What about the portals?”

“There’s one in particular that is very important,” he
whispered against her neck. His palms rotated over her sensitive nipples before
he lifted the weight of her breasts in his hands, squeezing gently before
pulling his fingers forward to start a rhythm of twisting and tugging at her
nipples. Each twist created an answering echo of pleasure in her cunt and each
tug raked her need a little higher.

“It’s guarded well and you need permission to enter,” he
said, pinching her nipples and then rolling them firmly between his fingers.

She arched toward him, clinging to his shoulders as her head
tipped back on a pleasure-filled hum. Skimming his hands backward over the
sides of her breasts to meet at the curve of her spine, he followed the line
down to her lower back. One hand splayed and pressed her forward, while the
other continued down.

“Sometimes,” he said, kissing her neck as his fingers traced
the opening of her cunt from behind, “it can be hard to get to and a lot of
work has to go into the journey.” His fingers pressed up a little, dampening
the tips and spreading her cream around her opening. Lightly he rubbed the back
of her clit.

Sudden need rushed through her as he repeated the process.
Trying to press against his erection, she squeezed with her thighs, but his
hand on her back was keeping her at an angle that wouldn’t allow her to adjust
the friction.

He pressed against the back of her clit harder and her
entire pussy started to throb with the heat surging through her body.
Struggling to reposition herself without dislodging his hand, she muttered in
annoyance when he held her steadily in place for his teasing fingers. He was
still talking, but his words were muted by the sensual storm he was whipping
her senses into as his fingers began to play in earnest just inside her
opening.

Randomly, one, two or three fingers pushed inside just far
enough to get wet and then pulled back out to swirl around her pussy lips and
her clit. Every time he brushed against the swollen bundle of nerves, a new
bolt of throbbing need scorched through her. She surged against him again to no
effect and her patience with the sexual frustration mode he was holding her to
burst.

“But when you finally get inside this particular portal—”

“Oh my god!” she huffed, interrupting his lecture as she
pushed on his chest with both of her hands, forcing herself off his lap. “Shut
up about portals and take your pants off!”

His response was a stunningly wicked and sexy grin as he
unsnapped his jeans.

She smacked his hands away. “You’re taking too long.” Making
quick work of his zipper, she wrapped one hand around his erect cock as soon as
it was freed. “And quit laughing at me,” she said, straddling him again.

Immediately she sank down on his shaft until he was
completely encased in her slick heat. The position and force of gravity thrust
him in high and hard, filling and stretching her until she gasped.

His grin disappeared into sharp lines of lust. “Definitely
not laughing at you,” he said. His strong hands gripped her hips and held her
in place as they both adjusted and caught their breath.

“Dear god, you feel good,” she whispered as she squeezed him
with her inner muscles.

“You feel pretty damn amazing yourself.”

Her toes curled into the carpet as his hot-as-liquid-sex
voice washed over her in a fiery, erotic wave that melted her insides as easily
as butter on the sun. Using her hands on his shoulders as leverage, she tried
to push up, but found she couldn’t go far.

Jordyn straightened in the chair and slid his hands under
the silky fabric of her robe to settle once more on her ass. “Lean forward and
rock,” he instructed.

When she did, she found that her clit pressed against the
top of his groin, putting just the right pressure exactly where she needed it.
A low sound of carnal approval rumbled out of Jordyn when she settled into a
quick rocking motion on his lap. Her cunt began to spasm with small
contractions around his cock. She could feel her muscles grip and release him
and she matched her rhythm to the one her body set.

“Just like that,” he said. Burning shards of gray fire lit
his gaze through his half-closed eyes as she rocked faster, purposefully
squeezing him harder with both her cunt and her thighs. She closed her eyes and
concentrated on the solid length of his heat buried so deeply into her body. It
felt so perfect and just so fucking
right.

She arched her back more sharply and her breasts rubbed
against his chest. Every time she swung her hips forward, her nipples dragged
across the hard plane of muscle, flinging fiery ribbons downward to tangle with
the rising frenzy of need the increasing contractions in her cunt were causing.
So close. She was so close to going over the edge.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she ground against him
harder. His fingers slid between her ass cheeks, and when she rocked backward,
he pushed one inside her anus. Holding tightly to his shoulders, she froze at
the still new, but intense sensation of having her ass invaded along with her
cunt. Her abrupt stop reined back the orgasm she’d almost reached.

“Keep going,” Jordyn commanded as his hands gripped her ass,
urging her back into motion.