by Lyra Parish
"What?"
"You're always thinking about something. Even as you do what you're doing, you are always somewhere else. Your gears are always turning, aren't they?"
"Just wondering how I got on all of the spam email lists. Must be all the porn I'm subscribed to."
He chuckled and almost spit his water out on me.
"Watch it, buddy, don't get me wet."
He gave me that smile along with the look that said he would rip the clothes right off of my body if he could.
He swallowed, and then so did I. The tension went from slack to tight in five seconds. The next thing I knew, he was pushing his seat in and moving toward me. I stood as he stood beside me, my heart beating five hundred miles per hour, faster than V could drive, faster than I could imagine.
Mr. Felton moved my chair and lifted me onto the kitchen table, sliding everything that was in his way onto the floor. He laid me across the cold oak. His lips met my neck, and his fingers trailed up and down my arms. My dress found its way up my thighs, and his hands followed suit.
"No panties? You are scandalous, Ms. Downs. You scandalous little virgin."
"Shut up," I said.
His kisses, his touch, the intensity of his wanderlust across my body made me instantly wet. He continued to touch me in naughty places, playing with me. Placing one finger on the outside of my sex and then trailing around it slowly only to make my insides quake and beg for him.
"Do you like it?" he whispered in my ear. I nodded my head, pleading with my eyes.
"Tell me," he said.
"I fucking love it."
"Tell me what you want me to do to you."
I gulped and sat up on the table. The edge of it pressing into my butt, making indents. The slight pain prickled, and I reveled in it. I had never told a man what I wanted him to do, but there was a naughty inside girl that wanted, needed to be free. A naughty girl who desired to be fucked and wanted to be completely submissive to Mr. Felton, having him fulfill my sexual desires.
"You know what I want," I said as I slowly undid each button of his shirt and trailed my hands over his abs. He closed his eyes with delight, but I wanted to stare into them because I knew what he wanted.
He pounced on top of me and held my hands tight above my head. I opened my legs wide, and he thrust his hardness within his suit pants against me. My insides throbbed with a want so powerful that I moaned.
"Is this what you want?" He thrust harder on me, and I wrapped my legs around him.
"Yes. Yes," I panted and begged.
My hips naturally moved in motion, and I wanted nothing more than Mr. Felton to take me, to pound me, to become the rightful owner of my virginity.
"You want to be fucked, don't you? Tell me. Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me, sir. I want you to take me right here on this fucking table. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to think of me every time you sit at this table to eat dinner. Or drink tea. Or eat a fucking biscuit. Now."
He pushed onto me one last time and then let his face hover over mine as he focused on my mouth. He bit his bottom lip and all I wanted to do was suck on it. Warm breath danced on my face, and I reached up to kiss his mouth, but he pulled away and slid off of the table.
"I think you're ready. I'll inform the bidders that you'll officially consummate the deal, and the bid inquires will be placed for your virginity. Could happen as early as next Friday. Also, pack your bags. You'll be taking a trip with Luketon tomorrow and won't return for a few days."
After buttoning the perfectly white shirt, he adjusted himself, and then left the room. I balled my fists and swallowed the anger back.
All I wanted was Finnley Felton, and all he wanted was customer satisfaction.
Looks like I was fucked either way.
Fourteen
Lowering my dress, I picked up everything from the floor and tried to rearrange it exactly how it was before.
As I walked to the kitchen to grab a towel, Lori entered through the front door, and saw the spilled water across the wooden floor.
"What happened here, clumsy?"
"That's exactly what it was. Clumsy, clumsy, stupid ass me."
We laughed, and I cleaned up the mess. I couldn't tell her, but I wanted to. Some details were left better for me to deal with on my own. Together, we took the stairs two at a time, and before I made it to my room, I asked Lori if she wanted to help me pack because I would be going on vacation with Luketon. I jabbed about how excited I was, loudly because I wanted Mr. Felton to hear every fucking word I said.
As I closed the door, she gave me one of those be-quiet looks, and I explained to her that I knew already, that Mr. Felton told me when I got home.
"He did? Good. Do you know where you're going yet?"
"Nope. No clue. But I will be happy for a vacation."
She started pulling things from my closet and dresser drawers, and we had pieces of clothing for each type of weather packed. Bathing suits to sexy lingerie, even winter socks and sweaters. I would be gone for two days, so having a variety of things that all fit into a suitcase worked.
"What if he wants to have sex tomorrow?" I asked her. Worried that I wouldn't do it right.
"It doesn't work like that. When the management team thinks you're ready to give your virginity, they'll send out the inquiry letters to bidders. They must return a sealed envelope, and the one with the highest bid wins you."
"It will happen next Friday. Felton told me today."
"So quickly? What's changed?"
"Not sure. Maybe it's all the porn magazines he found in my room?"
She knew I was joking. It was something I joked about often. We laughed; she rolled her eyes, and then went about her business.
After dinner, I sat by the heated pool with my feet dangling in the steamy water. All the other girls were gone, which seemed to be the norm lately. The water dragged between my toes as I read a novel about witches and magic love potions. I laid back on the rock surface and continued to read. I only had a few more chapters left.
As I turned the next page, I saw Mr. Felton standing above me.
"You shouldn't be out here while it's this windy. You might get a cold."
"Why do you care?"
His eyes narrowed in on me. "Because it's my job."
I closed the book and tried to walk away. Mr. Felton grabbed my arm, the one without the book and pulled me toward him.
"Why are you leaving so quickly?"
"It's bedtime. I need to be rested for my trip tomorrow."
"You're a horrible liar."
"So are you."
He tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth, and then let it fall back into place. A small gesture, but one that said I had hit the nail on the head.
"I'm ready to get this over with. That's all. I feel…"
"Go on. Finish."
"I have too much sexual tension built up inside of me. You're driving me crazy. I want to experience sex and get it over with. It's a fucking burden."
He stared at me and didn't say a word.
"I've said too much. Etiquette training didn't work, did it?"
"Saying too much with clients and being truthful with me are completely different."
I sighed and tried to walk away.
"Come here." The demand in his tone made me cower.
He moved my hair over my shoulders and tucked the loose pieces behind my ears. The wind blew, causing hair to become disheveled and out of place. He stared into my eyes as if he were searching for the answer to a question. I stared back. Little pieces of his greens mixed with browns creating the perfect representation of autumn. I envied those eyes, that color, the ones that seemed to stand out in the night.
"I'm sorry about your wife," I said.
"Who told you?"
"The internet," I said making sure not to tell on Lori. His face went dark, and then he composed himself.
"Oh, yes. Must have gotten days' worth of reads from that. What else did
you learn?"
"Your birthday, past girlfriends, your age, net worth, you know, everything all the rumor sites possibly could post about the hottest fucking CEO under the age of thirty, as one webpage put it. Did you know you have your own fan page? I wanted to warn them about how much of an asshole you were, and how half of those things weren't true but—"
Mr. Felton's lips were kissing my collarbone, trailing up my neck, and nibbling on my earlobe.
"Sometimes you should really learn to shut the fuck up," he whispered.
I reached down and grabbed his cock from the outside of his pants. He groaned. He was hard, ready for me.
I placed my lips on the outside of his ear, and my breath caught when his hands found their way up my shirt, pinching my nipples.
"You should learn to take your own advice," I mumbled.
And then his lips were on my mouth, and we were lost in each other's taste. His lips, so soft, nibbled on my bottom lip, and then his tongue wrestled with mine. I should have been surprised, but a part of me wasn't. My body instantly responded to his touches, sweet kisses on my neck, and fingers through my hair.
"You're still an asshole," I whispered into his mouth. His kisses deepened, and the amount of want and longing in them took my breath away. We were taking steps back until we both fell into the pool fully clothed.
I bust out laughing
He roughly undressed me, removed my shirt and bra, pants and panties. We were in the water, and he was taking off his shirt. Our bodies completely wet in the warmness. He pushed me against the side and smiled.
My body wanted him. Needed him. He put his arms on the edge of the pool, pinning me against the cement wall. The water felt so good, and his mouth was roving over mine again. My lips ached with intense kisses, and he continued to watch my body respond, listen to me moan, and allow me to grab his soaking wet hair in my fists.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked.
I wanted it. I wanted him. I couldn't answer.
His hands were on my breast, were on my sex, were running through my hair, and I was unzipping his wet pants, hoping that we would go further, wanting to go further. Lust was ablaze, and it would burn the whole world down if we let it.
"You're making me feel… fucking amazing," I whispered.
He pulled his soaking wet pants up and told me no with his eyes. But then guided his fingers between me. I pushed into him, letting my hips guide me. Letting the passion lead the way, he barely dipped his finger inside of me, continuing to pleasure until the feeling of sweet release built. He trailed himself up my body, over my breasts until his finger was in my mouth. I sucked, and his eyes lit up with lust.
"I want to taste you," he whispered.
"You're a greedy thing aren't you?" I whispered.
He pushed his erection harder onto me, and I was wrapping my legs around him and touching myself while I floated in the water.
I closed my eyes and brought my hands to his. The little bump between my legs felt swollen. I began to move two fingers on top of it until my body fully responded and begged me to give it more. The motions became more frequent, and I removed my hand before I completely let myself go.
Oh. The feeling. I panted and moaned as I arched my back.
"Moan louder. I want to hear you."
"Oh. Oh, Finn," I screamed his name.
And he was biting my neck and my shoulders, and coating me with licks and kisses as I continued to push myself closer to the edge.
"That's fucking sexy when you say my name."
I closed my eyes as the build started all over my body again, and my muscles became tenser than before. The movements became faster, deeper, harder, the same as my moans until I couldn't handle it anymore.
"I think I'm about to…" I forced out between pants, and then he dipped his finger inside of me and I touched myself more slowly. Allowing the orgasm to build until it was almost painful, until I felt like I couldn't breathe. Then I was bucking and moaning his name. I wrapped my arms around his neck while I lost myself in the water. Deep breaths and rapid heartbeats followed along with hard longing kisses. When I finally opened my eyes, Finn watched me, hungrily.
"I love it when you scream my name," he whispered.
I wanted to talk, but he placed a finger over my mouth, moved the damp hair from my forehead. This was no time to talk. No words could describe the feeling of him kissing me or being so close and intimate in the pool.
"Don't ruin this with stupid words," he said, and then kissed me like tomorrow would never come.
Fifteen
The morning came quick, almost as fast as I did the night before, and I woke with a start. As I received my itinerary and curfew, Mr. Felton couldn't stop talking about how I would make one of his clients very happy.
Stupid ass client talk.
Jesse met me at the door with my morning vitamins and mumbled something about how she was glad I was on the birth control shot and complained about how I should learn to be more punctual like her. Ignoring her bitchiness, I walked out of the door as I saw the Volvo pull into the drive.
Luke opened my car door with a smile and loaded my suitcases. I had no clue where we were going. Not an idea, no hint, nothing. Surprises, weren't they lovely?
"Do you want to know where we're going?"
"Yes, please. Pretty, please? Pretty, pretty please?"
He wouldn't tell me. He dropped hints like "it's not the beach, but it's close." Okay, so we were going somewhere warm.
Once we checked our bags, Luke handed me a ticket to Hobby Airport.
Houston. My heart dropped.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To the home of Janis Joplin," he replied.
The color on my face drained. I turned my head so he wouldn't see as he continued to talk about it.
"There's this new bed and breakfast that was voted one of the best new places to visit in the U.S. I really think you'll enjoy it, and it's country living. You said you loved that."
The brochure was tucked inside of his laptop bag, and he pulled it out and handed it to me. I thought I would be sick when the Welcome to Port Arthur sign covered the brochure.
"I've got a project, and I need to visit for research."
On the front was my childhood home, but instead of gray, the house was painted stark white, the shudders were perfectly straight, and professional landscaping had been done. A waterfall was installed in the front yard, and the shell drive was now pavement and circular.
I opened the rest of the brochure and saw a big, red barn in the backyard, and a pasture dotted with horses. Along with a man-made pond and floating deck. My parents would have been happy with what was done with the place, and the attention it was getting, but we couldn't go there. Not Luke and I. Not in a town where everyone knew everyone. I left to get away and returning would only make leaving again hard.
We made our way to the waiting area. My nerves were on edge, and I couldn't help but feel this way. If I told him why we couldn't go, he would know more than he needed, but if we went, he would find out anyway. I supposed the visit home, literally, would be an experience if nothing else.
Luke told me about his parents, his brother, and opened himself up to me while we were in the waiting area. On the plane, he interlaced his fingers with mine and whispered sweet things in my ears. I liked them. I liked the little compliments.
The plane landed in Houston, and we rented a car. Two grueling hours passed on the way to Port Arthur, and I dreaded every second. Texas living fascinated Luke. He loved the rolling hills, green grass, and even liked how I-10 stretched across the Lone Star State.
"Where are you from again? Which part?"
I turned to him and decided it was time to tell him the truth. Now or never.
"Port Arthur."
He pulled over on the side of the highway. Cars passed us going eighty miles per hour, and the wind whipped around the car.
"You should have told me at the airport. I could have changed our plans. Texa
s is huge. We could have gone anywhere."
"I know, but you seemed excited about going. I didn't want to ruin that for you. It's fine. Seriously, we're only thirty minutes away from Winnie. You'll have a good time. I'll show you around."
Dread should have been my first name, and Liar, my middle.
"You don't have to lie, you know. We can change our plans. I want you to be happy."
"It's perfect. I've been meaning to come back anyway."
When we entered Port Arthur, I thought I might be sick. The closer we inched toward my street, the quicker I wanted to run away. Once we turned onto the driveway, I knew there was no turning back. I was committed.
The pavement felt smooth under the tires. I took a deep breath before we walked inside. The porch was lined with rocking chairs, all the paint chips were scraped away and covered, and the rotten boards replaced. I slid my hand up the railing to the porch and opened the front door.
Inside, the living room had been arranged like a hotel. I peeked into the kitchen and saw new countertops and paint. A few walls were removed, and others added. The house wasn't the same. It wasn't the one that I grew up in and that fact alone would make the stay easier. It was only two nights, after all. I could handle a weekend.
The woman's face brightened when she caught sight of me over the counter. "Oh, Jennifer. We are so darn excited to see you here. We didn't know you were coming."
I faked a smile. "Yes, ma'am. I just had to come visit the place after hearing about all those good reviews. Congratulations, Mrs. Becky."
The people that bought the house also operated the place. How could I have been so stupid to think they wouldn't be here, or recognize me?
"I really think your parents would be proud with what we've done to the place. Mrs. Shirley told us about their plans and things, and well, we wanted to keep the spirit of what might have been, ya know?"
I wanted to melt into the floor, or wiggle my nose and disappear. Luke, as handsome as ever, stood with his hand on the small of my back.
"And who's this handsome young man?"
