by Vivian Ward
Sliding her blue jean shorts down, I watch her hips wiggle out of them before I pull them all the way down her legs and toss them on the floor. Slowly, I trail kisses up her inner legs, starting at her ankles and continue going until my nose touches her warm, damp panties.
Her fingers hook through the thin material and she begins pulling them off. She can’t get out of them fast enough, and I lend her a hand. With them out of the way, she spreads her legs wide and grants me full access to her sweet pussy. Tossing her legs over my shoulders, I dive right in and trace small circles around her clitoris.
“Mmm,” she moans, arching her back.
“You like that baby?” I ask.
“Mhmm,” she hisses. “Give me more.”
I love teasing her so I slowly insert my finger and work it in and out of her in rhythm with my tongue on her clit. It’s driving her wild and I know she wants it harder, faster.
But I refuse to give it to her.
I hold out and make her beg for it because that’s what turns me on. Hearing her soft voice whimper in agony stirs my cock to life, but I need to hear more.
“Please,” she pleads. “Faster.”
I slow my pace, teasing her even more, until my finger comes to a complete stop. Her hips grind down in a failed attempt to push my finger deeper inside her, and I take it away.
“Rocco, please,” she begs. “I need to feel you inside of me.”
“You want me?” I tease.
“Yes,” she whines. “I want you!”
Pulling her to the edge of the bed, her legs still wrapped around me, and I smile as I unzip my pants. Pulling my cock out, I stroke it as I stand over her, making her watch every slow, deliberate movement. “You want this?” I ask.
Her tongue traces her lips and she parts them as a ragged breath passes through them, but before she can say a word, I press the head of my cock against her entrance and hold it there.
I’m only centimeters away from entering her and I still refuse to give in. I need to hear how much she wants me.
“Beg for it. Show me how much you want it,” I taunt her.
“Rocco, for fuck’s sake! Please! I need to feel you inside of me!”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” I growl, pushing my way inside her.
Her legs wrap around me, tighter than before, her arms hooking around my neck. Grabbing a hold of her hips, I begin to fuck her like our lives depend on it.
The smell of sex begins to fill the air and all I can think about is how badly we both need this. In this brief moment, I feel like nothing else in the world matters.
Her hardened nipples rub against my chest between each thrust and feeling her tight wetness wrapped around me pushes me over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” I say, looking into her eyes. I can see the need, the want, the love that’s still there.
Pushing myself deeper inside her, I empty myself into her and can feel her clenching around me as she brings herself to orgasm with me.
The pupils of her eyes grow into large saucers as we feel each other and just co-exist in this moment.
“Wow,” she breaths as I collapse on top of her. “Where did that come from? I needed that!”
“Me too, baby. Me too,” I say, resting my forehead against hers. I kiss her, our lips locking together as one, as I remain inside her. I need to feel this closeness for just a minute longer.
We’ve grown so distant and, for a minute, it feels as if none of it ever happened and we’re just one.
Breathing together, kissing each other, and still feeling each other, I try to stay in this moment, and so does she.
“I’m going to go check out that booth down there,” Jules points a few spaces away from where we’re standing. I nod and playfully smack her ass as she turns to walk away.
She looks over her shoulder, biting her plump bottom lip, as she tries to hide her gorgeous smile from me. When she’s out of sight, I turn my attention back to the makeshift stage in front of me.
The band is getting warmed up, checking and tuning their instruments, as passerby’s walk carelessly in front of the stage. A light scent of funnel cake, popcorn, and beer floats through the air as I watch a family of four struggle to maneuver through the crowd. The father is nonchalantly pushing the stroller with a fussy baby while the mother struggles to get their older child, who looks to be around four years old, to keep up.
Watching them reminds me of what I’m missing out on by not having a family yet, but I try to tell myself how lucky I am—how lucky we are—to at least have each other. Working in construction, you see a lot of guys who go home to an empty house because they’ve never been lucky enough to find love or their wife left them for someone else and took the kids with her.
“Hey, dude, what’s up?” I hear Harley’s voice from behind.
I turn and see him with his girlfriend, Emma. “Hey guys, what’s going on?”
“Not much, we just came down to check things out.” Harley looks around. “Where’s Jules?”
I nod my head in the direction she took off walking, “Eh, she went down to look at some of the booths. You know how she is,” I say. “You guys want to grab a beer?”
“Sure,” Emma says. “It’s nice to see you again, Rocco.”
It’s nice to see him happy. After his world was ripped apart, I know everything took its toll on him. He was working as a masonry—the same company where I used to work—but he lost that job when he just couldn’t show up for his shifts. His depression had gotten the best of him, so the foreman replaced Harley with his nephew. I felt bad for him, and so did Jules, and that’s when she got him a job working with her at Boundless Spirits. I was glad she helped him get a new job but now I’m not so sure. Sometimes I wonder if the two of them spend too much time together.
The three of us make our way toward the nearest vendor selling cups of cold draft beer and play catch up. Even though Jules sees him almost daily since they work together, Harley and I don’t get many chances to hang out because our schedules are as opposite as mine and Jules’.
“We should go on a fishing trip,” I suggest. “It’s been too long.”
“Oh, fishing,” Emma says. “I like a man who goes hunting and fishing.”
Harley kisses her on her forehead and takes a sip of his beer. “Yeah, I’d like that. I haven’t had a day out on the water in months. Do you still have that cabin?”
“I do,” I nod. “If you want, we can make a weekend out of it sometime but we’d have to go soon unless you want to go hunting. It won’t be long before the weather starts changing.”
Jules is bounding towards us, smiling from ear to ear as she struts in our direction, holding out a bag of goodies that she scored. “Hey! You found each other! What’d I miss out on?”
Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her in for a hug. “Not much, we were just talking about a weekend of fishing or hunting.”
“That sounds awesome! The four of us should go,” she suggests. “I’m sure I could sweet talk the boss into giving both of us the weekend off.”
“If you can talk the old man into giving us the weekend off, I’d be seriously impressed,” Harley says to her.
“Nah, it won’t be that hard. We’ve got that new part-time girl and I know Melinda has been wanting more hours since she came back from having her baby.”
“Then it’s settled,” I say. “You two figure out when you can take off and the four of us will get out of the city for a few days.”
“Sounds like fun,” Emma chimes in.
“Hey, Harley,” Jules cuts her off. “Since this stick in the mud won’t take me on the Ferris wheel, how about the two of us go for a ride.” She pauses and looks at Emma, “If you’re willing to loan me your boyfriend for a few minutes.”
“Be my guest,” she says to my wife, a hint of jealousy in her voice. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that she sees something between the two of them too. There’s something about the tone she used and the way she looked at Jules t
hat didn’t sit right with me.
“Thanks!”
Jules loops her arm through Harley’s and the two of them take off toward the rides. “How about I buy you another beer?” I offer, hoping to provide her some distraction.
“I think I’d like that,” she says, gulping down the rest of her current draft. “I’d never say no to a handsome man like you buying me a drink.”
Extending my arm, I allow her to lead the way. I can’t help but notice how she sways her hips when she walks, showing off her nice, round ass. I know she’s doing this purposely—strutting around and batting her lashes at me—as a way to flirt. Maybe she’s doing it because she’s a cheater or maybe she’s doing it to piss Harley off; either way, Harley’s not around so he wouldn’t know anyway. Maybe she’s doing it out of spite.
We find an empty bench nearby and sit down with our beers, facing the Ferris wheel. My eyes scan the stopped carts, looking for my wife and best friend, but I can’t find them. When the ride starts moving again, I finally see them sitting in the cart, laughing and talking as the Ferris wheel spins around. Sipping my beer, I hear Emma rambling about something, but all I can concentrate on is how Jules looks at Harley sometimes. I remember when she used to look at me that way. Sometimes she still does, but those moments are rare.
Chapter 5
Jules
“Do you have everything packed?” I ask Rocco.
I’m anxious to go to the cabin this weekend. It’s been a while since we’ve gotten out of the city and I’m ready for a miniature vacation.
As much as I’m ready to get away, I know Rocco’s looking forward to it, too. He’s eager to spend the weekend on the water with Harley. They used to be inseparable before Harley lost Shay and her kids, but I’m glad to see the two of them rekindling their friendship this weekend. They both have a lot of stress and I think this is just what they need.
“Yep, everything’s all loaded and ready to go. Are you ready to hit the road?” He asks.
“Let me just do a quick sweep through the house again to make sure everything is off and all the doors are locked.”
“Okay,” he says. “I’ll wait in the truck.”
It only takes us about an hour and a half until we’re at the cabin and it feels so good to be here. I take in a deep breath and the crisp country air feels amazing in my lungs. We’re not far from the water and I can hear the lazy current while standing in front of the cabin.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Rocco asks as he begins to unload the truck.
“Mhmm,” I nod. “It feels so good to be out of the city and away from everyone and everything.”
“Yeah, it does.”
We’re almost finished unloading our gear and suitcases when Harley and Emma pull up and park next to the truck.
“Right on time. We just finished unloading,” Rocco says.
“Awesome, you can help us,” Harley teases. He and Emma get out of the truck and he drops his tailgate. “We could’ve been here sooner but we were waiting on a certain someone,” he nods in Emma’s direction.
“You can’t seriously expect a girl to pack up everything for the entire weekend and think I can get it all done in a couple of hours,” she says. “Am I right, Jules?”
“Didn’t you give her some warning?” I ask Harley. “Let me help you with your bags and show you around.”
“I did,” he says, handing me two suitcases. “Here, this will get you started with her stuff. My duffel bag is in the cab of the truck.”
I stare in disbelief as she also takes two suitcases and he grabs the fifth and final one from the truck while Rocco grabs the cooler.
“Holy hell, woman,” I say to Emma. “Are you moving in?”
She laughs off my question. “I wasn’t sure what the weather was going to be like and I wanted to make sure I had whatever I’d need.”
Five suitcases.
To sleep in the woods.
Seriously?
“Have you ever been camping?” I ask as we make our way inside the cabin.
“A couple of times when I was a girl,” she says.
We set her things down in the second bedroom and I give her a brief tour of the cabin while the guys get busy taking the boat and all their fishing equipment down to the lake.
“This place is really nice,” Emma says as we nestle our way into the kitchen. “I expected the place to be much smaller and not have much.”
“Oh, this has been in Rocco’s family for three generations. Someday, when we have a kid, we’ll hand it down and keep it in the family.”
The two of us busy ourselves with unpacking for the weekend, and I’m so glad it’s a three-day weekend. We’ll get to spend plenty of time on the lake. With it being so close to lunch time, I suggest we make something to eat and take it to the guys. The guys have been on the water for nearly four hours and I’m sure they’re as hungry as I am.
Emma helps me in the kitchen as we prepare sandwiches, and I can’t help but feel like she doesn’t want to be here. Other than small talk, she’s been relatively quiet and it’s starting to get awkward.
Before we head to the lake, I grab a small cooler and fill it with sandwiches, beer, and chips. “I’m just going to change into my bathing suit before we head out to the water,” I tell her. “You should get changed, too.”
“Okay,” she quickly says. “I can’t wait to get some sun!”
When we meet back in the kitchen, my eyeballs nearly fall out of my head. Her bikini barely covers her nipples and I can see her stubbly bikini line sticking out the front sides of her bottoms.
“I like your bikini,” she says to me.
I swallow and try not to give any reaction. “Thanks, I like yours, too. That’s a pretty blue.”
“Oh, thank you! I’ve had it for ages. It’s my favorite,” she says.
The two of us grab our lawn chairs and the cooler before we make our way to the lake. When we get down to the water, the guys are hot and hungry. They haven’t caught a thing all morning but they’re far from giving up.
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Rocco says, wrapping his arm around my waist as he tries not to stare at Emma. “And you brought food, too? You’re the best wife, ever!”
I glance over at Harley who’s subtly shaking his head at Emma. He’s thinking what we’re all thing: she shouldn’t have worn that swimsuit. I can tell he’s embarrassed by her behavior but I try to brush it under the rug to make things less awkward.
“Yeah, I figured you guys were probably getting hungry so we made some sandwiches,” I offer him the cooler.
The four of us eat and then Emma and I set up our lawn chairs near the guys. We’re only sunning for about an hour before the clouds begin to clutter the sky.
“How am I supposed to tan if it’s all cloudy?” Emma pouts.
I’m seriously starting to wonder why Harley brought this woman. She doesn’t seem like the camping type and now she’s already complaining, yet our day has barely started.
“You can still tan if it’s cloudy out,” I say. “It seems like those are the days when I end up burning the worst.”
Harley leaves his fishing pole near Rocco and asks him to watch it before he crouches down beside his girlfriend and starts to baby her, talking in a low, soothing voice.
I roll my eyes.
He’s never been the type to coddle a woman, and I’m not sure why he’s doing it now. I’d like to smack her annoying ass but I keep my cool and pretend not to notice as I crack open a new thriller novel that I picked up at the bookstore. Reading has always been my favorite hobby and while I normally stick to romance, I like to mix it up a bit. When I’m not reading romance or thrillers, I like to read autobiographies—mostly about those who’ve escaped cults or fucked up religious groups. Those are always fascinating stories.
About thirty minutes later, we hear a low, rumbling thunder from the sky. We all look to the west and see a massive patch of dark grey clouds heading our way.
“
Shit, that’s not good,” Rocco says. “I didn’t check the weather forecast before we headed up here but it looks like we’re about to get rained on.”
Before we can finish packing up all of our things, it starts to sprinkle on us. “Hurry up, you guys!” Emma yells over the rumbling thunder that seems to be getting closer. “This rain is cold!”
“We’re hurrying,” Harley says to her, picking up his pace.
Rocco and I give each other an annoyed look and continue gathering things so we can all make it inside before the rain opens up on us, but there’s no such luck. We’re only about half way to the cabin when a complete downpour begins. Emma runs ahead of the group, leaving the three of us to carry everything inside as she sprints away with nothing but her lawn chair.
“Sorry,” Harley says to us. “She’s not the outdoor type.”
“No, we didn’t notice,” Rocco says sarcastically.
I do everything I can to contain my laughter. He’s just annoyed as I am, and I think Harley is, too.
Inside the cabin, we all change into dry clothes and try to wait out the storm. When it doesn’t seem to let up after a few hours, I pull out my phone and check the forecast.
“Ugh,” I say. “It’s going to rain all the way into tomorrow night.”
“Let’s go home,” Emma whines. “At least I’d have wi-fi there.”
“Woman, are you crazy?” Rocco asks. “We’ve got booze, cards, darts, and plenty of shit to do here. Forget wi-fi, we’ve got each other and we’re going to have a great time, rain or shine.”
“I second that,” Harley says.
“What are we going to do for dinner?” I ask. “You guys didn’t catch anything to cook, but I guess we could have sandwiches again or something.”
“I don’t really care what we have,” Harley says. “But I’m still freezing from the rain. I’m going to take a shower to warm up. I’ll be fine with whatever everyone decides.”
