It was a well-known fact around these parts that if you wanted to know anything about anyone and who was doing what, the person with all the information was Macie Jenkins. Born and raised in Treasure Cove, Macie owned and operated a little diner on the edge of town, catering to everyone who walked into her place. The food was good, the company was excellent, and gossip moved quicker than man after a breakup.
Entering the diner, Peter smiled as his nose filled with the delicious aroma of home cooking. Nothing was better than Macie’s food, and his momma knew how to cook, too, but he would never tell her that. Nope, he kept Macie’s amazing food under wraps. Taking a seat at the bar, he didn’t have to wait long before Poppy, one of Macie’s new waitresses, came over.
“Hey, Peter, what can I get ya?” asked the pretty blonde-haired woman. When Poppy and her sisters, Laurel and Daisy, arrived in Treasure Cove, they did so on foot because Daisy forgot to mention the service engine light that was blinking on the dash after they crossed the Alaska border. Native Alaskans, the girls were headed to California before their car trouble, and had since been ensconced in Treasure Cove. That seemed to be the norm around here, people trying to get to one place, only to land stranded in Treasure Cove.
“I’ll take a sweet tea, and could you let Macie know that I’d like to talk to her?”
“Sure thing, sugar. I’ll be right back.” The young woman smiled, winked, and the hopped off to do as requested. Peter didn’t have to wait long. Before Poppy returned with his drink, he watched as Macie walked through the swinging doors, heading straight for him.
Macie Jenkins was a stunning, vivacious, outspoken woman. She was also claimed, collared, and married to two of his best friends, Matthew and Andrew Jenkins.
“Hey, Peter, what’s up?” Macie asked as she leaned against the counter, facing him.
“I need to talk to you about Van. You got some time?” he asked, lowly so no one else would hear.
“Is she okay?” Macie asked, concerned, taking a sweet tea from Poppy and motioning him to follow her to a back booth. After sliding the tea toward him she asked, “Where is she? All Andy said was that she was in a fender bender, and she was fine. I stopped over at her place yesterday, but she wasn’t there.”
“She’s staying out at my place. She’s fine, just a bump on the head and a twisted ankle. I am more concerned about her store.”
“I heard what happened, and to think I was nice to that bastard. When I see him again, he is not going to like the words that come out of my mouth.”
“When did you last see him?” Peter asked quickly, hoping to avoid one of Macie’s famous tirades.
“Two days ago. Now that I think of it, Carter and Brice were having breakfast that morning, then left shortly before nine. He came in after that. I heard he’s the new owner of the bank, and bought the property that the library sits on. Man, Janie’s gonna flip.”
“I know. Did he say where he was staying at?”
Macie grinned and then said, “You’ll never guess.”
“Where?”
“With an old college chum, at the Pleasure Cave.”
* * * *
Vanessa stirred to find her herself cocooned in Brice’s arms. It had been a very long time since she’d woken in a man’s embrace, and the feeling never got old. As she turned to face him, he didn’t move. He was sleeping peacefully, and she smiled as she gently caressed his face, which was scratchy. She loved a bit of gruff on a man, and with Brice’s good looks and strong jaw, his early morning shadow only enhanced his features. Brice was an attentive lover, caring and very virile. To say she was shocked that he entered the bathroom while she was in the tub was an understatement. That was something she never thought he would do. Quiet most of the time, she didn’t get that feel of adventure from him. However, she did admire a man who went after what he wanted.
Laying her head next to his, she wondered what it would be like to wake next him for the rest of her life. Oh, she knew it was impossible. They were total opposites, he a dirty grease monkey while she preferred the finer, cleaner things in life. Yet, despite their differences, she still wondered. She knew that opposites attract, but when the opposites outweighed the familiarities, any relationship was doomed before it began, no matter how good the sex was. Besides, who wanted half a woman?
Sighing, she gently rolled out of bed, found her prosthetic on a chair next to the nightstand, and proceeded to put on her leg. Once the leg was secured and she felt comfortable, she stood, grabbing the robe at the foot of the bed. After making use of the bathroom, she dressed in a T-shirt and pair of shorts she found in one of the dressers and silently left the room in search of a hot cup of coffee.
Walking down the long hallway, she just rounded the corner, entering the living room, when she spotted Carter sitting in a leather wingback chair. Typically, she wouldn’t think twice about what a person wore, but what he had on was unreal. Freshly shaved and hair slicked back, he wore dark-gray slacks, a smoking jacket, with an ascot tied around his neck, all while he puffed on a pipe. He looked like some throwback to old English times as he puffed on the pipe with a hand in his pocket.
“Were you a good girl for Brice?” he asked huskily, smirking before he took another puff on his pipe.
Vanessa didn’t know what game he wanted to play, but the look in his eyes told her he felt like having a little fun. Tired and unsure of how to proceed, especially after what she and Brice had just done the night before, she really wasn’t in the mood, unless he was offering coffee.
“Why don’t you ask him? He’s the one still sleeping,” she replied sarcastically, then turned heading into the kitchen, mumbling. “I need coffee.”
“You’re not a morning person, are you?” she heard Carter ask from the living room.
“If you only knew,” she muttered, mainly to herself, spotting the coffeemaker. She made a beeline for the hot beverage and sighed moments later as the hot brew trickled down her throat. There weren’t many pleasures Vanessa had left in this world, and since sex came rarely for her, she indulged in her second most favorite thing, coffee.
“You look mighty fine this morning, all tussled and satisfied,” Carter said as she tried to ignore him. She liked Carter, she really did, but his playboy-ish good looks and his carefree attitude grated her nerves. She got that he thought he was God’s gift to women, and most women would agree, but not Vanessa. She had seen her fair share of men like Carter who only cared about themselves and the chase. Only she wasn’t his rabbit, and she refused to be caught. Nope, Mr. Hollywood could try as he might, but there was no way in hell he was getting in her pants.
Heading back toward the bedroom, Vanessa said, “I better go get changed.”
But she stopped in her tracks when Carter smoothly and sexually said, “And get dressed you shall.”
Slowly turning, she decided to put an end to his advances when he smirked, pointing to the plush leather couch. “Since it’s my turn, I think it only proper that you spend the rest of the weekend in satin and lace. I sense real possibilities between us, and we are going to discover them together.” There lying on the couch was a traditional black-and-white, satin French maid outfit, complete with apron, garters, hose, shoes, and ruffled pantaloons!
“Excuse me?” Vanessa stared, stunned at the man, who still sat in the chair looking at her all serious. She had met some ballsy men in her life, but Carter James took the cake!
“I can’t wear that,” she exclaimed, her breath hitching.
“Oh yes you can. I am the lord of this house, and you will be my personal maid to do with as I please,” he stated flatly, watching her. Moving deeper into the room, Vanessa walked over to the couch and picked up what she thought were the panties, but the fringed ruffles on the ass and the fact that the crotch was missing had her blushing scarlet.
Not only is he a hot playboy, he’s delusional too!
“You’re going to look so scrumptious wearing that,” he drawled sexually.
“Are you ok
ay?” Vanessa asked curiously.
“Oh, hot lips, I’m going to be such a good lover to you,” Carter said bluntly as he started rubbing his cock before her through his clothes. Vanessa wasn’t sure Carter was well, but she knew how to handle men like him. So with a straight face, she replied, “Why, because you practice a lot on your own?”
He grinned and then placed his pipe in the ashtray. Standing up, Vanessa tried not to show how his appearance affected her, but damn, just looking at him made her pussy weep with pleasure. “Face it, Vanessa, you know you want me.”
“As much as the root canal I have scheduled for next week.”
Stalking toward her, he grinned and said, “I’m going to rock you’re world, baby, and when I’m done, you will only be able to think of me and my big cock.” Standing before her, he smiled triumphantly. God, he was so arrogant. She needed to put an end to him quickly.
Grinning, Vanessa smartly asked, “Carter, you know that look women get when they are horny and want sex?”
“No.” He stopped, cocking his head as he curiously looked at her.
“Me neither!”
He was standing so close to her. She could smell him, and he smelled delicious. An exotic mix between Aramis and sandalwood, but what she really smelled was all man. She had just spent one of the best nights of her life with Brice. He was attentive and gentle with her. However, if she chose to dip her feet into the water, like most women in these parts, she wondered if she would end up drowning because of Carter. He was just so much more. Carter was a full-on sex maniac who apparently loved the chase. Her only concern now was would he keep her, or let her go? She didn’t want to come between the three men. She was walking a tricky line right now, and whatever her decision was, it would have repercussions. She needed to think about this, and she couldn’t do it with him standing so close to her.
She didn’t stop Carter when he gently caressed her cheek, but she didn’t know how to respond when he asked, “Why are you so scared?”
She didn’t think she was scared. She knew what scared was, and that wasn’t an emotion she was feeling. Aroused, heated, lustful, enamored, now those were emotions she could answer, but she wasn’t scared. Just then, Brice groggily walked into the room and groaned as he picked up the dainty clothes laid out on the couch.
“He’s little ambitious this morning. Aren’t you, Carter?” Vanessa quipped, her eyes locked with Carter’s, challenging him. His eyes flared, and her heart picked up.
“Carter’s had ambitions once, to become a sex maniac.” Brice smiled, kissing the top of her head, before heading into the kitchen.
“Oh yeah,” she said, her eyebrow raised. “What happened?”
“He failed the practical,” Brice replied, returning with a cup of coffee. Carter was about to say something when she smiled, knowing that if Carter wanted to achieve anything, the man before her was more than capable of finishing what he started.
“Well, I better get moving. I’ll be in the paint bay today. Carter, don’t wear her out to much,” Brice said before disappearing down the hallway. Vanessa’s breath hitched, and before she could retort, Carter grabbed her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.
All of her previous assumptions of the man before her vanished as he took control of her body, heightening her desires to an insurmountable peek. His strong embrace engulfed her as her body melted against his muscular frame. Her nipples peaked hard against his stone chest. However, it was his soft lamb’s wool mouth that teased and enticed her to open her mouth to him, and when she did, all was lost.
An all-consuming force surrounded her as she willingly submitted to him.
Drunk on his taste, woozy and light-headed when his lips parted hers, and if she thought he was dangerous before, the second his tongue swept into her mouth, the earth opened up and swallowed her whole. Where Brice was gentle, Carter conquered. There was no going back now. She knew that, because whatever spell he put her under, she belonged to him.
“Dress for me,” he whispered to her.
“There is a hole in the panties,” she stated breathlessly.
“For a very good reason, too. The quicker you get dressed, the quicker I can show you why.” He grinned, moving away from her. Her body swayed, breaking from his touch as he returned to his chair and took another puff on his pipe. Vanessa never really cared for men who smoked, but the smell filtering around the room as aromatic and sensuous. Peppermint and clove filled her nostrils, calming her.
With a bemused smile he quietly sat in the wingback chair, which sat in the corner by the window, watching her. He leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, and waited. She knew he wanted her to dress in this god-awful outfit, but damn, she couldn’t wear it with her pussy hanging out, or could she?
“I don’t like to be kept waiting, maid,” she heard him gruffly say. Sighing, she removed her clothes, letting them drop to the floor at her feet. Picking up a black stocking, she placed her foot on the couch, and proceeded to slowly move the silky material up her leg. God, she loved the feel of real silk on her skin.
“I hope these are brand new,” she muttered as the stocking stopped at her midthigh. Grabbing the other, she tried not to think of her prosthetic leg, as she slowly slid that one into place. Standing there with her hair down around her and the stockings on, she eyed the panties and mumbled, “I swear, if anyone sees me in these, I’m gonna kick your ass. I don’t care how big you are, bucko, you’re going down.”
Once the white ruffled panties were in place, she shifted her hips a bit, trying to get accustomed to having nothing cover her hoo-ha. It was not as, uncomfortable as she thought, just a little embarrassing. She spotted several bobby pins, and when she looked back at him, he said nothing. Assuming he wanted her hair up for this party, she quickly twisted her hair into a loose French twist, securing it with the pins he provided.
Looking back at the couch, she spotted a black satin demi-cup bra with two holes cut out of the center. Grumbling, she just grabbed the damn thing and threw it on. Next was the black satin dress, if that was what it was. Looking at it, it reminded her of a fucking dishrag. Sighing, she hurriedly threw it on and realized that an important part of the dress was missing…the part that covered her ass!
“Oh come on!” she cried, turning around and around, hoping that the material would magically appear.
“Finish dressing, maid,” he ordered deeply, his voice becoming harsher.
Roughly grabbing the white apron, she quickly put it on and then slipped her feet into the four-inch stiletto heels. Walking over to him, she stood, feeling more naked than when she was wearing her clothes, “Now what?”
“Turn around slowly,” he ordered quietly. Taking a deep calming breath, she did as he instructed. Turning around, she gave him what he wanted. As she did so, she felt the crotch-less panties rubbing her pussy, and for the first time since she saw the outfit, she actually thought there might be some benefits to wearing a costume. One could disappear and become someone else for the night, and that thought appealed to her. For the time being, she wasn’t a shop owner, a wounded veteran who worked hard to hide her impairment from those she loved. For this moment in time, she could be beautiful, whole, and someone else with no worries. Oh yes, there were merits to wearing a costume.
It had been too long since she had been with a man. Yet within a twenty-four hour period, she and Brice shared the most amazing bath, which after he was so attentive and loving. Now, it looked as if she was about to have a little fun. Spending time with Brice in the bath was beyond amazing, and now, when she thought she couldn’t possibly get aroused again, she was.
Turning to face him once more, a soft moan escaped her lips. She looked down at him and was about to say something when he leaned over and picked up a feather duster. Holding it out to her, she looked at him, wondering where he was going with this.
“Start with the bookshelves,” he said, looking her up and down as if she was some tasty morsel he was about to devour.
> “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, maid,” he replied. Huffing, she grabbed the feather duster, walked over to the bookshelf, and began dusting. She had heard of men and women who got their rocks off by role-playing, wearing costumes and such, but she never thought for one second that the tall, muscular handsome man, who was much prettier than her, who could have anyone, liked playing dress-up. Ignoring the urge to flee and return to the land of sanity, she did as he instructed.
* * * *
Carter’s pulse quickened, and he had the start of a very nice erection. She had her back to him but turned round, every so often looking coyly at him. With the feather duster in her hand, she was totally the woman in his dreams. He stared at her ripe breasts under her dress, at her face, then at her silk-clad legs and thighs. Her rosy red lips and her eyes opened a shade wider as she turned toward him. Quickly looking away again, feigning embarrassment, she flicked the feather duster over a side table.
He stared at the silky fabric of her dress, following the soft line of her bare back to the tip of the neckline. He gazed, spellbound, at the white frilled hem as it swayed sensually in time with her hips as she moved about the room. Her legs were slender, her thighs firm, but the black stilettos made her legs appear longer. Her stockings fascinated him. Her skin glowed. He had an uncanny admiration for silk stockings. Since childhood, he would watch, fascinated, addicted, as women would walk around in the silky pieces, accentuating their shapely legs. It was an addiction he never got over, nor did he want to.
She moved along one side of the room, again briefly turning to him and running her eyes over him. Seemingly, unintentionally, and innocently, though of course in reality it was neither, he watched as her tongue ran over her lips for a brief moment. Then she turned her back again, dusting the coffee table, a lamp, moving the feather duster lightly with the feminine, natural flick of her wrist.
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