by Anna Durand
Mom moaned and dropped her head onto Dad's shoulder. "Our daughter is a nudist."
"No, Mom, I'm not." Though I had jumped into the hot spring naked. She didn't need to hear about that. "I don't know if I'll ever want to be a nudist like Ollie and the others here, but I like these people. They're nice. Everyone here has accepted me as-is, and that's a new experience for me."
Though I'd kept my clothes on the whole time, staying here had turned into the most liberating experience of my life.
Dad murmured things to my mom that I couldn't hear, but it seemed to relax her a bit. She raised her head to look at me.
"All right," she said. "We'll stay here. Could someone please get my bags? I need Xanax."
I couldn't blame her for that. Maybe I needed some too. This conversation with my parents had been more stressful than when I'd gotten my first glimpse of nudists. The whole thing had left me on edge, and I needed to decompress soon, maybe by doing yoga---or doing Ollie.
Glancing at him, I couldn't help wetting my lips.
He caught me watching him and smiled in a sexy, yet oddly supportive, way.
I exhaled the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
Ollie set his hands on his chair's arms, about to get up. "I'll grab your bags."
"No," I said, "let me. I know which one Mom keeps her Xanax in, so I can bring it to her faster. We can get the rest of their stuff later, once they're settled in somewhere."
"I'll stay in the guest house. Your parents can have the room here."
"Are you sure your bosses won't mind? It's their room, after all."
"Yeah, but Eve and Val are cool. They won't care." Ollie flicked his gaze to my mom and back to me. "Besides, I think your mother will be happier here than in the guest house."
With all the naked people. Yeah, he had a point.
"Thank you, Ollie," my dad said. "I appreciate that."
"No problem."
I marched into the kitchen, straight to the door to the outside, and swung it open.
An enormous naked man with wild hair and the most enormous penis I'd ever seen filled the doorway.
Every ounce of blood in my body seemed to evaporate. My heart pounded so hard and fast I couldn't catch my breath.
And I screamed.
Chapter Sixteen
Ollie
Mara's scream echoed through the house. She didn't just scream once, though. She did over and over, with only a little gap between each outburst, probably to pull in more air so she could shriek again. What the heck was going on out there?
The shock of her screams kept me frozen for a moment, but then I leaped up and bolted into the kitchen.
Mara stood at the door that led outside, one hand on the open door, her body stiff.
Val Silva hunkered at the threshold, completely naked, his lips moving. He seemed to be trying to calm Mara down, though her screaming drowned out his words. He moved his hands like he wanted to grasp her shoulders but seemed to nix that idea. Instead, he held his hands up like he was in a bank during a holdup and Mara was the robber pointing a gun at him.
I raced up to them, inserting myself between her and Val. "Mara, it's okay."
Her last scream wound down into silence, the only noise her ragged breaths. Her chest heaved, and her lips quivered.
"Take it easy," I said, bracketing her face with my hands. "It's okay. This is Val Silva. I told you about him, remember? He and Eve own the resort. This is their house."
Over Mara's shoulder, I spotted her parents in the living room doorway. Sheryl had her hand over her mouth while she stared wide-eyed at Val. Peter watched everything with a slightly bemused expression. When Val shifted a little to the side, Sheryl got her first good look at his dick, and her eyes went even wider. Her husband, now smirking, slapped his hand over his wife's eyes.
"I'm sorry," Val said. "I didn't mean to scare her. Eve and I just came from the airport, and I couldn't wait to get rid of my clothes. I had no idea you were hosting guests in our house."
Val didn't mean "our house" as chastisement. He was stating a fact, that's all. And I hadn't called Eve or Val since I decided to let Mara stay here with me. So this was my fault.
I could explain that to Val later.
"Take a slow, deep breath," I told Mara, rubbing her arms. "Val usually has a strong effect on women, but you're the first one who's screamed at him."
She took my advice, hauling in slow, deep breaths until she calmed down enough to speak. "I'm okay. I promise."
Val snaked a hand around me to offer it to Mara. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mara. I'm Val Silva, and I don't make a habit of terrifying women. I hope you can forgive me."
She shook his hand. "It's okay. At least I didn't faint this time."
"I'll get some clothes from the truck and get dressed."
Val left.
Mara's shoulders sagged, and she leaned her forehead on my chest. "That was so embarrassing."
"Nah, that was nothing. You should've been there when Val got attacked by no-see-ums."
She lifted her head to look at me, her lips kinking into an almost-smile. "I'd love to hear that story."
"Tell you later. When your parents aren't watching."
Mara glanced over her shoulder and smiled sheepishly at her parents. "I'm okay. He surprised me, that's all."
Sheryl still had her hand over her mouth, but her husband lowered his hand from her eyes. Mara's dad looked tickled pink by the commotion. Well, at least he was having a good time.
Peter took his wife's hand. "Why don't we go outside and let Ollie and Mara have a moment alone."
Sheryl's eyes flared so big this time that the whites seemed to glow in the sunlight that came in through the window. She said in an indignant tone, "I am not going out there with all those perverts. And with that...man who has..." She fake shivered and made a disgusted noise. "Walking around with no clothing on is not proper."
Yeah, I decided she must've thought Val was hot---jeez, what woman didn't?---and now she was embarrassed by that fact. Even Ruth Norris, a seventy-something grandmother, made no attempt to conceal her appreciation for Val's body. Val had been a model after he retired from football, so yeah, nobody could deny he had the looks women loved. He was also smart and a nice guy, but that was never the first thing anybody noticed about him.
He worked out. A lot. I worked out too, but not like he did. Compared to Val Silva, I looked like a puny geek.
Peter Severins all but dragged his wife outside, winking at me and Mara as they passed by us. "I trust you to take care of my daughter."
"Yes, sir, I will."
He closed the door behind himself and his wife.
Mara sucked in a big breath and blew it out. "Wow, that was totally not fun in any sense of the word."
I shrugged one shoulder, trying not to laugh. "I don't know. That was kinda fun for me."
She slugged my shoulder. "Hey! My boyfriend isn't supposed to laugh at me."
"Come on, I wouldn't do that." I grinned. "Now your mom's reaction is another story. I think she was drooling. Definitely devouring Val with her eyes, even while they seemed like they might pop out of her skull any second."
Mara's lips puckered like she was trying really hard not to smile. "Yeah, Mom was ogling him for sure. I don't think she's ever seen a naked man before. I always kind of assumed she and Dad have sex in total darkness. I wouldn't be surprised if she has no idea what a man's penis looks like."
"Well, she does now."
Mara held a hand to her mouth while half-suppressed laughter snorted out of her. "I shouldn't be laughing. Mom was horrified."
"Yeah, but your dad thought it was hilarious."
"He knows how to handle Mom, but today is the first time I've ever heard him disagree with her."
I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her forehead. "Maybe he's finally realizing how much your mom's 'this is not proper' stuff has affected you. I bet things
will change a lot after this."
"Don't hold your breath for the day when Mom becomes a nudist."
"Yeah, that'll never happen." I chuckled. "But your mom might not mind being around naturists now that Val has come home."
"He is hot. Can't say I blame Mom for being flustered by him."
God, I hoped she wasn't about to call me her gay best friend. I knew Mara liked me, but she hadn't met Val until today. The guy was a god, according to every straight woman on the planet. Okay, maybe Eve was the only one I'd actually heard say that. I inferred the rest.
"What's wrong?" Mara asked. "You're scrunching up your face."
Shit. I didn't realize I'd been doing that.
"It's nothing," I said, totally lying to her.
Mara set her hands on her hips. "That's baloney. What's bothering you, Ollie?"
This time I knew I scrunched up my face, and I bowed my head to scratch the back of it. "It's dumb. And it's doesn't matter."
"Anything that bothers you matters to me." She rested her palms on my chest. "You matter to me."
I raised my head, stunned by her statement, though it really shouldn't have surprised me. Other good-looking men had visited the resort while she'd been here, and she had never paid much attention to them. She liked me, not them. So why was I worried she might get turned on by Val's ripped body?
Letting out a long sigh, I told her the truth. "Val is a sex god. He works out like crazy, and he used to be a model, had his picture in magazines and on billboards. Before that, he was an international football star. That means soccer, by the way. His team won the freaking Olympics, mostly because of him. He also made a sex tape that everybody saw."
"Not me. I never saw it. And I've never heard of Val Silva, never laid eyes on him before today, not even in a magazine."
"But he's to die for, according to Eve."
Mara laughed, the sound soft and gentle. "Eve is in love with him. Of course she thinks he's the hottest thing since the ghost pepper."
"What's a ghost pepper?"
She laughed again, and her delight tickled my senses. "It's the hottest chili pepper on the planet. At least it used to be. Not sure if it still is."
"Oh." I tried to grumble, but it came out a little whiny. "Well then, every woman who sees Val thinks he's a ghost pepper. Even the senior citizens drool over him."
"Are you jealous of Val? I thought he was your friend."
"He is. Val's an awesome friend and a great boss." I scrubbed my face with both hands, groaning. "I swear I'm not jealous of him. Not until today." I hunched my shoulders. "Not until you met him."
A radiant smile carved out dimples in her cheeks. "You are so incredibly adorable. How can you not realize how ghost-pepper hot you are? I'd much rather ogle your naked body than Val's."
"Seriously? You claim his ginormous muscles don't do anything for you."
"Of course I think he's gorgeous, but I don't want to sleep with him. Or go hiking with him. Or swim naked in the hot spring with him."
"We haven't done that yet. You did it by yourself."
She snuggled up to me, sliding her arms around my waist. "We could do that right now."
"Your parents are waiting outside."
"Dad can take care of Mom." She nuzzled my neck. "Take me to the hot spring, Oliver."
"You know how I get when you call me that."
She nibbled on my chin. "Yes, I know. Oliver."
I swept her up in my arms. "Let's sneak out the back way."
Mara grinned.
Damn, I was one lucky geek.
Chapter Seventeen
Mara
We snuck out the back door, which I hadn't noticed before. Ollie told me Eve and Val had installed a secondary door only this year, so they'd have a back entrance for receiving deliveries of supplies. The door blended into the wall and had no knob on it, another thing Eve had wanted because she thought a regular door wouldn't look good there.
Ollie pushed a button on the thermostat to open the door.
I asked him why the button was there, instead of on the wall.
"To be sneaky," he said with a crooked smile. "Eve and Val are the horniest people on the planet. They need a secret escape route so nobody will bother them when they run off into the woods to get it on."
"Can we do that?"
"What? Sneak off? I thought that was the plan before you saw this door."
"It is the plan." I bit my lip, trying to look sexy but not at all sure I pulled it off. "But I was talking about the getting-it-on-outdoors part."
"Oh." His smile turned into a grin. "Love to do that. And I've got all your favorite foods to feed you after."
He had packed a picnic lunch for us and held the basket in one hand, by its handle.
We ran out the back door, heading for a side path to avoid the main nature trail. Other guests might be using that path, and besides, my parents might see us if we went that way. I needed time alone with Ollie. Lots of time. Completely alone. After a stressful talk with my parents and the scare Val Silva gave me, I needed to do something wild and hot.
Didn't a girl deserve hot sex in the outdoors once in a while?
Nico would never believe I was capable of doing anything so brazen. Hell, he wouldn't believe I could do anything he or my mother disapproved of, including eating a hamburger with the works on it. That was too messy, and naturally, a lady didn't get mustard smeared on her face. Besides, it might make me gain weight.
I didn't hate my mother. I loved her, and I didn't even blame her for my hang-ups. But I'd realized lately that I didn't want to be like her anymore. Maybe she loved dressing just so and behaving just so and speaking just so. I didn't. Ollie Jackson had shown me how wonderful it could be to stop worrying what other people thought and follow my true desires. It was about more than sex. I'd been rethinking my whole life.
Ollie led me deeper into the woods than I'd been before, into a new area with a less-groomed trail. This path led into real woods, not the semi-manicured version of it. Birds chirped all around us, and only the occasional ray of sunshine penetrated the canopy of trees. The peacefulness of this area helped me shake off the remnants of the stress that had gripped me earlier. Ollie's hand in mine helped even more. I loved the feel of his palm on mine, his fingers curled around my hand.
He stopped us in front of a huge tree that had big branches high up. Lower down, a single thinner branch stretched out from the trunk. It hung a few feet higher than my head.
Ollie patted the branch. "Take your clothes off and grab onto this."
"What?"
"You heard me. Do what I said."
His bossy tone should've annoyed me, but instead, it made me shiver in the most delicious way.
I stripped off my clothes and moved under the branch, stretching my arms to grasp it.
Ollie removed his clothes and sauntered up to me. He settled his hands on my hips, gazing into my eyes with a lustful look in his. "I love that you did what I said without asking why. Girls don't usually do that."
"I trust you, Oliver."
"Damn, it's even hotter when you say my name right after saying you trust me." He skimmed his hands up my sides, then back down to my hips. He shifted them behind me, cupping my ass. "I trust you too. All the way. I've got an idea for something I've never tried before, but I had a feeling you'd go for it."
"Anything you want to do, I want to do too." I rocked my hips forward, grazing his erection. "You are the sex god, Oliver. Val Silva has nothing on you."
"I love that you mean that."
He kissed me, slowly, decadently, groaning his pleasure while I moaned into his mouth. Our tongues coiled around each other, slick and hot and hungry, while I hooked my leg around his and he skated his hands up and down my back. The sensation of his fingers dancing over my skin heightened my arousal until my flesh felt electrified, sensitized to his touch. And God, he tasted so good, like magical things I couldn't describe, things tha
t made me want him even more. Maybe he had cast a spell over me so I would bend to his will, or maybe I just loved being with him. I'd do anything he wanted, because I craved the same things he did.
I craved him, period.
Ollie kissed his way down my neck, his tongue teasing my skin, while he traced his hands over my shoulders and along my arms. His lips traveled down my chest, between my breasts, until he reached my nipples, where he paused to lick and nip and suckle them, cranking my lust up a few more notches with every swipe of his tongue. I moaned and thrust my hips, but I couldn't reach his amazing dick, the part of him I hungered for most of all. God, I remembered how fantastic it felt to have him pushing inside me, filling me up, touching parts of me I'd never known existed until he found them.
He bent his knees as he kissed and licked a path down my tummy, inching closer and closer to where my body ached and throbbed for him, to where I was already drenched and ready for anything he might do to me.
"Oliver," I whispered, reaching down to tunnel my fingers into his hair.
Millimeters from my mound, he stopped and looked up at me. "Uh-uh-uh. Keep those hands on the branch."
I grasped it with both hands again.
And now I was completely on fire for him. If he didn't make me come soon, I'd lose my mind.
Before I could voice my need, he seemed to recognize it. He dropped to his knees and laid a hand on my inner thigh, pushing gently, urging me to spread my legs.
"Yes, Oliver, please."
He shoved his head between my thighs, latching onto my clitoris.
The first tug of his teeth on my flesh made me buck my hips and cry out. It felt incredible, so fantastic beyond words, and he'd barely touched me. When he began to swirl his tongue around my taut nub, I gripped the branch even harder and threw my head back. He pushed his hand between my folds, rubbing in an irregular rhythm, driving me so wild that I thrashed and cried out again.
Just when I thought I couldn't get more turned on, he thrust a finger inside me, then another, and another. He fucked me with his fingers while tormenting my nub, his own breathing ragged and labored, just like mine.
"Ollie! Yes, please, yes, yes, yes!"
