Page 53 of Fire and Ice

They had been coasting on the Outer Banks arterial highway for the past 45 minutes, just taking in the crisp night air. Jack had regained his composure. He'd decided he was getting into Maia's business whether she liked it or not. He was going to assess what exactly was going on and whether Derek was going to be getting involved in this. He also needed to figure out if there would be any threat at all to his parents and Brett.

"Although, I may take a trade," Jack said wickedly.

"For what?"

"You'll see."

He turned into the road leading to the Corolla lighthouse. The lighthouse was surrounded by a wooded area and was the perfect place for what he had in mind.

Parking the car under a massive pine tree, moonlight speckled the car with whispers of flickering light.

"Come on." Jack got out and loosened his tie. He walked over to the passenger side andtugged a hesitant Maia out of the vehicle. He immediately sidled her up against the hood of the Mercedes.

"What are you up to, Mr. McCord?"

"Payback for teasing me at the restaurant."

His mouth descended on hers, plunging his tongue deeply through her lips. Her dress had been driving him crazy all evening. He finally dipped his hands behind the low back of her dress, grabbing her ass and palming it fervidly.

"Someone might see us!"

"Don't fucking care," he replied thickly.

Turning her around, he gently bent her over the warm hood of the car, keeping one hand on her back to hold her down while his other hand worked on the buckle, button and zip of his slacks.

"Jack!" Maia hissed. She tried to push up but his hand kept her in place.

He bent over her and reached his hand between the apex of her thighs and nearly came undone when he felt the warm gush of her arousal.

"You're wet, babe," he said hoarsely as he tore her panties off and started nudging the head of his erection into her entrance. "I want you so fucking much."

Her answering moan made him lose control as he slid into her. He pumped in a steady rhythm, wanting to relish the moment, prolonging the pleasure.

But Maia had other ideas. She was greedy and spurred him on. "Harder, Jack. Harder."

He withdrew then flipped her around, lifted her up on the hood, spreading her thighs around him and slamming back inside her. Their grunts and moans echoed in the light rustling sounds of the fall foliage. He pounded into her, loving the feeling of being buried deep inside her, the feeling of her spasming around his shaft as she came and finally his own release as he climaxed to new impassioned heights.

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Jack hit the mat with a grunt. Maia was ecstatic: she finally managed to throw him over. For a big guy he was surprisingly fast and nimble on his feet. He had the advantage of strength over her, so Maia was hoping to use her speed against him. They had decided to skip their morning run in favor of sparring in the gym after Jack had made some chauvinistic remark that prompted Maia to announce that she was going to kick his ass.

Apparently Jack wasn't kidding when he said he could take her in a hand-to-hand confrontation. Each offensive of hers was met with a counter-move that had her kissing the mat. Each attack on his part overwhelmed her defensive maneuvers and also had her kissing the mat. It took seven rounds, but Maia finally spotted an opening when she managed to lithely evade his strong arm to grab it and twist it under him to flip his entire body with the help of his momentum.

She immediately landed on him, her thighs squeezing his neck.

"Game over," Maia crowed triumphantly.

"Good job, babe," Jack grinned wolfishly. "That's still 1-6"

"Well, the bet was that if I threw you over once in ten tries I get to drive the Mercedes," she said. "I believe I beat the odds."

Maia knifed off him and extended her hand to pull him up.

Jack lurched up and curled his arm around her shoulder to draw her to him. He gave her a kiss on her temple and said, "Yes, you did."

"So glad to see I don't have to save your ass in case we get into a bar brawl," she quipped.

"Glad you think so," Jack remarked dryly. "Ready to go sailing?"

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