America X Russia Lemon Novels & Stories

I'd heard her voice echo through his phone. "They're all different flavours. There's lemon, um lime or apple, orange." "Oh," Lena laughed breaking into hysterics. "One box of lemon please." She explained where we'd gone wrong when we got back but to this day she still called them lemon flavoured tampons. I stumbled back into my room armed with Lena's lotions. A waft of steam hit me in the face. Kayla was already in the shower. Naked in my shower. My mate. In my shower. Naked.

I asked. "What can you offer me?" he had a very sexy American accent, but he looked like a typical Russian man. And I'm not going to lie, he looked really good in the eyes. "New here?", I asked. "Just arrived in town", he said. I nodded, "Well, I'll get you our special," I said and poured him a nice mix of Tequila, whiskey, and some cranberry wine, added it with some ice, and mixed a little lemon juice to give it a spicy taste.

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Ah, sweet and sour. “Yup, just like your. . .” I looked at Jeremy. His voice faded and he blinked his eyes like he just said something wrong. My forehead crumpled in confusion. What is he trying to say? “Like my what?” I swallowed the watermelon and drank the lemon juice again. Jeremy looked at the lemon juice and then back to me, a smile forming in his lips. “Like your lemon juice. I want to drink that.” I gave emptied my glass first before filling it again and giving it to him. He immediately took it and emptied it, nodding his head in sastisfaction. He licked his lips.

It feels so strange to have people run around quarters. “Omega, please take a seat, l will like to introduce myself. My name is Maya, l come from a small town in the East and l'm your new cook. Alpha Knight has made provision for your feeding and I'd love to introduce to you this delicacies. Here is a Cornmeal mush, corn bread succotash, county ham and fried green tomatoes. This drink is called lemonada suica it made from fresh limes, water, sugar and imported brazil condensed milk. Do you have any allergies, Omega?”

I leaned back, closing my eyes to savor it. When I opened them, I found Mason staring down at me. His expression wasn't cold anymore—it was hungry. A blush scorched my cheeks. "You like it," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "I do," I stammered. "What’s the secret ingredient?" "Amaretto," he said. "Apricot and bitter almond. It cuts through the darkness." "It's perfect," I said, holding his gaze as I used my thumb to wipe a fleck of foam from my lip.

“It’s trouble, but fun trouble. You’ll need it.” The second glass she slid to Talia. Same impossible blue, same lemon, but no bite when Talia picked it up and sniffed. “Blue Lagoon,” Rox explained. “No hangover, all the pretty. You’re welcome.” Talia rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. Rox kept the last one for herself. Taller than the rest, bluer than all of them, ice clinking like a warning. “And this…” she took a long pull, eyes never leaving mine, “is an AMF. Adios, Motherfucker; starting strong.”

Vodka and lemon swirled on my tongue, blending into a cocktail of sharp sin and sweet fire. I swept through her cheek, to her chin, down to her neck, sucking and licking with every nip. Her pulse jittered beneath my teeth, her soft flesh lapping my tongue like fine butter— F**k! I wanted more. Rose rivalled cedarwood, beauty taming beast, and light clashing with darkness, all in a tangled web of lust. She reached for my belt, unfastening the shackles, then it clicked— lemon. “I'll take it from my back, before I eat lemon. I hate that fruit. It slaps worse than Abuela.”