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  Jill Devlin needs a break. The acerbic and gorgeous attorney has been living for her job for eight years, hoping for a career changing promotion. Finally, after a particularly hectic workweek, Jill accepts her best friend’s invitation to spend the weekend at a Vermont artist’s commune. The weekend turns into Jill’s awakening; she experiences cerebral and sexual pleasures that she never thought possible, thanks to an artist name Jade.

  Upon returning to reality with a new outlook on life, Jill meets a man who’s perfect for her as she traverses her new path. Chris is a single father and law student who has come to work for Jill as an intern. He’s a stark contrast from the men Jill as had in the past.

  Sexy and rugged, Chris has an incredibly sweet nature that Jill cannot resist. After getting very disappointing news about her career, Jill finally learns that, in life, you can’t control everything—so you might as well enjoy the ride.

  Windblown

  Wanderlust

  by

  Kathleen Wolack

  MF, FF, FFM, CONTEMPORARY, EROTIC, MÉNAGE, RECREATIONAL DRUG USE, AND TOY USE

  Twisted E-Publishing, LLC

  www.twistederoticapublishing.com

  A TWISTED E-PUBLISHING BOOK

  Windblown

  Wanderlust

  Copyright © 2017 by Kathleen Wolack

  Edited by Kellie Gibbons and Marie Medina

  First E-book Publication: September 2017

  Cover design by K Designs

  All cover art and logo copyright © 2017, Twisted Erotica Publishing.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  All characters engaging in sexual situations are over the age of 18.

  Windblown

  “Well, here it is. Davidson doesn’t want to take the settlement.”

  Mac Shaw, one of the senior partners at Lane & Shaw, slipped a manila envelope across the highly polished conference table. The blinding sun bounced playfully around with the shine of the table as it cut through the New York City skyline.

  Jill Devlin stopped the envelope with her perfectly manicured index finger.

  “Is he for real? Our offer was more than generous.” Jill flipped open the envelope and scanned the letter from Jackson & Reese. “It says here that our offer barely covered pain and suffering. This is ri-goddam-diculous, Mac.”

  Mac threw his hands into the air and shook his head. “What did you expect from a guy who brings a lawsuit over a faulty cod piece?”

  Jill slipped the folder into her attaché case and stood.

  “They don’t want this to go to trial any more than we do. Why are they hitting us with this crap?” She could feel that familiar twinge in her shoulder. It was a recurring stress-induced pain Jill had picked up in law school.

  “Don’t lose any sleep over it, Devlin.” Mac knocked the table with his knuckles as he watched Jill walk toward the door. She could feel his gaze lingering on her ass. Mac was a good guy who would never try to cross the line with Jill. He was about twenty years her senior and always tried to look out for her at the office. Sometimes though, his hungry stare would betray him. This usually happened on days when Jill wore something that hugged her impossibly curvy hourglass figure.

  Jill looked over her shoulder and smirked at Mac. “Oh, I won’t.”

  For Mac’s benefit, Jill wiggled her ass ever so slightly as she exited the conference room. She figured Mac could use a win today. This case had been plaguing them for months, and he had been so confident they would be out of the woods by now.

  Back in her own office, Jill plopped down in her oversized leather desk chair and flipped her calendar open. She was going to have to clear some days over the next few weeks, but that was going to be about as impossible as her calendar sprouting legs and walking off the desk.

  “Knock, knock.”

  Mac’s son, Jason, popped his head into Jill’s office and flashed his way-too-white smile. Jason possessed none of Mac’s more charming qualities, and if it wasn’t for their striking resemblance, you would be hard-pressed to find a more different father and son.

  “What’s going on, Jason?”

  Jason Shaw crossed Jill’s office and pulled out the chair that sat across from her desk.

  “Heard you’re having a bit of trouble with the Davidson case and thought I would offer my assistance.” Jason looked at his Rolex as he spoke. This was something he always did when he “offered his assistance”. Jill was sure the action was some kind of weird power play that he’d read about in Cigar Aficionado.

  “No, it’s okay, Jay. I appreciate the offer, I truly do, but don’t you have your own workload to worry about?”

  Jason smiled. “Well, I thought maybe this could use the younger Shaw’s touch… and I’m on top of my stuff, don’t you worry.”

  Jill bit her cheek until it bled. It was a tactic she used with Jason every time he talked, and it helped to keep her building rage at bay. He’d graduated last in his class only two years ago from a bottom-ranked law school located somewhere in Rhode Island. Jill still remembered all the favors his father had to call in to keep Jason in law school. She was pretty sure this school probably had a wing named after the Shaw family at this point. She was unsure if Jason had even passed the Bar exam yet, but he still traipsed around the office, casually offering his advice like it was passed down to him from Oliver Wendell Holmes.

  Unlike his father, Jason never tried to hide his leering gaze from Jill. Today, he was staring particularly hard at Jill’s enormous, perky breasts. She knew her dress was too tight for the office, but it had been the only thing within her reach this morning once she realized she was running late.

  “See something you like, Jay?”

  Jason rolled his eyes. “You know, you gals wear these dresses, then get all over us when we enjoy the view. That’s why I’m marrying Dawna. She puts it all out there and loves it when men stare.”

  Jill nodded. “Well, Jay, Dawna’s work kinda depends on men staring… and paying when she takes her clothes off… wait, you’re getting married?”

  “Oh that’s why I came in. Here—didn’t wanna waste a stamp.”

  Jason fished something out of his jacket breast pocket and tossed it at Jill. “Also, you don’t get a plus one. Not my decision, it’s just that Dawna’s family is pretty big, and you never have a guy in your life, so… hey, maybe you’ll meet someone!”

  Jason got up and buttoned his jacket. “Well, I’ll be around. Nice dress, by the way.”

  Jill turned the wedding invitation over and opened the crumpled envelope. It had been in Jason’s pocket so long that it filled her office with the scent of a trendy, cheap body spray. She pulled out the thick cardstock and read:

  Mr. & Mrs. LaFawna Request the Pleasure of Your Company…

  “Wait,” Jill said to herself. “Her name is Dawna LaFawna?”

  There was a knock at her office door, and the older Shaw appeared. Mac sniffed the air.

  “Ah—I smell that my son was here—and oh good, he gave you the invitation.”

  “I’m honored to be invited to celebrate the marriage of your son to Dawna LaFawna.” Jill smirked at Mac, who in turn sighed and put his hands in his pockets.

  “Dawna is a nice girl. Do I wish Jason took a few different turns in life? Sure… but what can you do? He seems happy.” Mac let his stare wander over Jill’s casebooks that adorned her wall. “Well anyway, I hope you can come.”

  Mac smiled and scurried out of Jill’s office.

  “D
amn,” Jill thought. She’d planned to toss the invite and come up with a plausible excuse, but she couldn’t let Mac down. She placed the invitation back in the envelope and put it at the corner of her desk to deal with later.

  * * * *

  “He said that he didn’t give me a plus one because I never have a man in my life.” Jill cradled the phone between her cheek and shoulder as she retrieved a bottle of tequila from her freezer.

  “Uh-what about your little friend that you keep in your side-table drawer? He’s a man isn’t he? I mean, I guess it’s an ‘it’,” her best friend, Lilly, answered.

  “Ha-ha. You’re one to talk.”

  Jill had spent the last hour filling Lilly in on the unceremonious wedding invite. Lilly was an artist who had recently tired of the New York art scene and decided to set up shop at a commune in Vermont.

  “But hey—he’s kinda got a point. I mean, when’s the last time you’ve sat on someone’s face? I mean… really got up on there and just grinded until you came?”

  Jill’s mouth dropped open. “Come on! I’ve had some fun in the past few months.”

  Jill could sense Lilly not believing her on the other end.

  “Okay, who’ve you fucked since I left? Answer fast before you have a chance to lie!”

  “Uh...” Jill looked around her kitchen for some inspiration a la The Usual Suspects.

  “Mr. Toastermann…”

  “I thought so. Listen—why don’t you come visit me this weekend? Sort of to kick-start your libido? We’ve got some very cool people up here, and some very cool things to take to—uh—enhance the experience.”

  “I don’t have time to bang a hippie at a commune. I’ve got frivolous lawsuits to deal with.” Jill dumped the last of her tequila into her blender.

  “Listen to yourself! You’re thirty-one, but you sound like a seventy-five year-old! Your body isn’t gonna be that rockin’ forever. Don’t you want to enjoy it while it lasts? And for your information, we are an intentional community of artists and artisans, not hippies.”

  “I don’t know…”

  “Last chance or I never invite you again.”

  Jill looked at her blender for an answer. “Ugh-fine! Text me the address, you damn, dirty hippie.”

  “Hehehe… I knew I could get ya.”

  Jill shook her head as she hung up. Lilly was right—she was turning into an old maid right before her very own eyes. Lilly was always Jill’s wingman, and the last time a guy had really blown Jill’s mind, it was because Lilly had introduced them.

  His name was Alfi, and he’d been a sculptor from Copenhagen. They’d met at one of Lilly’s exhibits when she was showing in a small Brooklyn gallery. Lilly had made plaster molds of about twenty different model’s breasts, and placed them at random around the small space. It was a decidedly creepy exhibit but the artists that were milling around, eating cubed cheese and puffing on clove cigarettes, seemed to think it was brilliant.

  Alfi towered over the rest of the artists at around six foot five, and had impossibly messy dirty blond hair that constantly fell into his electric blue eyes. Lilly had pulled him over from the modest spread placed on an end-table in front of a particularly large pair of breasts and placed him squarely in front of Jill.

  “Alfi, this is my beautiful, brilliant friend, Jill. The one I was telling you about.”

  “Ah! Yes—the uh—the lawyer, yes? Lilly has told me wonderful things.”

  Alfi smiled, revealing a row of perfect teeth that gleamed against his golden skin. Jill had been drinking heavily to numb the pretentious chatter that floated throughout the small Brooklyn art space, and her confidence was sky-high. She pulled her shoulders back and stuck her two ample breasts directly at Alfi.

  “Well I haven’t heard a thing about you.” Jill offered her hand to Alfi, who took it in his surprisingly rough paw.

  “Why don’t we sit and discuss all the things about me you’ve missed?” Alfi smiled sheepishly down at Jill and led her to a small couch next to a pair of breasts Jill recognized as Lilly’s.

  Jill couldn’t remember much of the conversation between her and Alfi before he started ferociously devouring her on that musty, velvet couch. Alfi was slow moving at first. His hulking, muscular frame gently moved closer to Jill as his gravelly, deep voice whispered things she couldn’t understand into her ear. She just remembered the deeper she breathed in his oak-wood scent, the wetter she got. She felt like she was about to explode when he finally brought his face down toward her. His tongue opened her plump, merlot-shaded lips and explored her mouth as she let out tiny moans of pleasure.

  Alfi pulled Jill into him easily, using his one huge hand to expertly maneuver her ass so she was straddling him, while using the other to gently guide her head toward his neck. “We should go to my flat,” Alfi whispered roughly. “It’s a block away.”

  Jill licked Alfi’s ear lightly before nodding. “I’ll tell Lilly.”

  Jill got up and stumbled over to Lilly, who was chatting up a woman with waist-length dreadlocks. When Lilly saw her flushed and sweaty friend, she smiled.

  “Go get ‘em, tiger… and tell me everything tomorrow.” Lilly winked and went back to her conversation.

  That was something Jill always loved about Lilly… how she always seemed to know what was coming. And she always knew exactly what Jill needed. She was right about Jill taking a break and slumming it at the commune for a while, and Jill knew it.

  Jill tossed her phone on the counter and switched on her blender. She leaned against her sink as the dull whir filled her kitchen, and her thoughts were swept back to Alfi’s Brooklyn studio space. There was the exposed brick, the chilly draft that had wafted throughout. Then there was the way Alfi looked as he picked Jill up and brought her to his massive bed as she straddled his sculpted waist. It was all flooding back to her in a sea of overwhelming excitement.

  Jill brought her margarita into her bedroom and set it down on her side table. Her fingers lingered over the drawer that housed her neon purple, rabbit-shaped vibrator before she decided to take care of herself.

  Biting her lip, she conjured up that night months ago in Alfi’s bed. She ran her hands over her breasts and lightly pinched her small, cocoa-dusted nipples as she thought about how he kissed her neck before traveling down to those nipples. She remembered how he lightly licked around her peaks before taking one into his mouth, giving her electric jolts of pleasure that reached all the way to her toes. He’d moaned like an animal as he lightly kissed down Jill’s taut stomach all the way down to her pelvis. Alfi had looked at her with those ice-blue eyes and smirked playfully before grabbing the top part of her lacy red panties with his teeth and expertly pulling them away from her.

  Jill put her hands between her soaking thighs and moaned at the thought of Alfi’s tongue swirling slowly inside her. He hadn’t let her come quickly that night. He’d spent hours teasing her with his tongue as his huge, rough hands wandered up to her massive, quivering breasts. Alfi had tugged lightly at her nipples and moaned into her as Jill had convulsed with pleasure on his exceptionally soft sheets. Jill had grabbed handfuls of those soft sheets as he crawled up to kiss Jill’s neck. Slowly, he’d entered her, making Jill squeal in the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. His large frame had made Jill think he might be too big for her to handle, and he had proved it to her. Every time she’d winced in pain, he’d slowed his tempo and kissed her until she’d decided to grind her hips a little into him. They’d gone on like that until he’d been completely inside her, thrusting slowly as Jill rocked with him. They’d come together as the sun’s first beams crept in through his bedroom window.

  Jill bit her lip as her hand moved the way his had inside her. She let the wetness drip down her thigh as her fingers rubbed faster and faster. Moaning softly into her mane of raven hair, she made herself quiver with doppelganger strokes. She grabbed her sheets as she brought herself to the brink of explosion. Jill came hard to the thought of Alfi’s tongue drawing a pattern b
etween her soft thighs. As Jill flopped back into her own bed, satisfied but still wanting, she thought about where Alfi might be now. He’d been due to fly back to Denmark the week after the night he and Jill had spent together, and they mutually agreed that if they were meant to bump into each other again, they would. Jill was never the type to get too attached to a man, and something about having a one-night stand had made her feel like she’d gone through a rite of passage. Now, she just kept Alfi as a fond memory to recreate whenever she needed a bit of mental motivation. This didn’t change the fact that she was getting hungry for the real thing, if only for a night.

  * * * *

  “In 300 yards, take a left,” the robotic voice announced.

  “Ugh… No! You told me that an hour ago, and it was wrong then!”

  Jill threw her phone onto the passenger seat of her ancient Honda and quietly cursed her GPS. It had been leading her in circles for the past hour, and Lilly hadn’t been answering her phone.

  “Where the hell is this fucking place? I’ve definitely passed that cow before.”

  Jill had woken at 4:00 a.m. in an attempt to outsmart the Midtown traffic and get to Vermont at a decent hour. So far, none of her day was going according to plan. She was starting to regret uprooting her whole weekend when there was a mountain of files sitting on her desk, shouting for her attention. Her ringing phone snapped her out of her daze.

  “What!?”

  “Mee-ouch! Where you at, gorgeous? Didn’t you leave Manhattan at the ass-crack of dawn?”

  Lilly’s dreamy voice floated through the phone, instantly melting Jill’s surly mood.

  “I’ve been going in circles. Where’s the entrance to your dirty hippie commune?” Jill asked, smiling.