Jinx's Fantasy - Pepper Winters Page 0,4
never shied of talking about what we found a turn-on and coming up with new and wonderful concepts for Sully to code.
We were lucky.
We had two amazing husbands who liked to play with us. And the fact that we all enjoyed a healthy night-life and didn’t share a prudish bone in our bodies meant that during some evening meals, if the cocktails had been flowing, our conversations turned downright explicit.
“Imagine my surprise when I logged into the Euphoria app, minding my own business, perusing the choices for a night of entertainment, when I came across a newly uploaded cypher.” Jess’s hazel gaze shot to Sully. “Was it your idea, Sullivan, or Jinx’s?”
Sully deliberately took a big mouthful of dragon fruit, shrugging. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I laughed as he winked at me. “But if you think you can mock me for the title, that was all Eleanor’s doing.”
“The Horney Highwayman.” Jess laughed again. “Catchy.”
“And rather fun.” I peeled a lychee, licking at the juice as a droplet ran down my palm. “And before you ask, the idea wasn’t mine.”
“You were the one reading some smutty book about Scottish scoundrels.” Sully ran a hand through his dark and sun-bleached bronze hair. “A particular chapter was well read by the looks of the pages...I just obliged and made you the heroine and gave you what she got.”
“Might have to try that one myself,” Cal muttered, a grin on his face as he typed something on his iPad. “Handsy Scots and unwilling damsels sound like a fun night.”
“Oh, the damsel wasn’t unwilling.” Sully smirked. “Not once I showed her a different kind of sword to the one she was threatening me with. If I remember correctly, her refusal quickly became a beg.”
I threw my lychee at him. “I distinctly remembering you begging when you chased me into the woods and I got on my knees and put my mouth on your—”
“Codfish.” Sully kept a straight face even though the table erupted into sniggers. “I do remember stuffing something down your throat so you couldn’t scream for help.”
“Oh, I wasn’t screaming for help.” I climbed out of my chair and crossed the short distance to Sully. “I was screaming because my husband is the best fantasy, highwayman, and monster combined.” I bent to kiss him, and he parted his lips to greet mine, his tongue entering my mouth a second later as if laying claim to me all over again.
Jess laughed under her breath as I pulled away and sat back down, plucking another lychee from the bowl.
“I might have to borrow that book.”
I gave her a nod. “It’s good. I’ll leave it for you when we go tomorrow.”
Cal sniffed. “And we’re back to the fact that you’re leaving with no idea when you’ll be back.”
Sully rolled his eyes. “You know I can’t stay away from here for too long. It’ll be a week, two weeks tops.”
“And I have to stay and run the science stuff while you sail to another set of islands that makes you a fortune.”
“Exactly.” Sully slapped him on the shoulder. “Peter Beck and I have been working closely together lately. Our new research on Spetrex looks as if it has the ability to rejuvenate cells that lead to cognitive disabilities. We might finally have a cure for dementia. If there isn’t reception on the boat, then I need you to be online to approve any additional funding as we move to the next stage of testing.”
“It’s not a boat, Sinclair.” Cal reclined in his chair, placing the iPad by his coffee cup. “It’s a yacht. A big fucking yacht. And if it doesn’t have Wi-Fi, then I’ll literally eat your damn parrot.”
Pika threw him a scowl before resuming his under wing preening.
Cal stroked Pika’s head before adding, “I told you, Sullivan, you didn’t check the dimensions right when you agreed to let that Prest guy start manufacturing.”
“We ordered two in the end,” I said, sipping on freshly squeezed watermelon. “One small one for day trips and another large enough for weekend excursions for the married couples who need that extra step in their counselling.”
“Yes, well, your sexual therapy islands are about to get a yacht almost as big as they are.” Cal chuckled.
“Rapture is bigger than Serigala, so I’m sure you’re exaggerating.” I swallowed. “You are exaggerating, right?”
Grabbing his iPad, Cal tapped in a few places and brought up the email from Elder Prest from a year ago. Sully and I had gone through the