Wild Lover Complete Series

by Natalie Wild

  “Oh my god,” she said. She looked out the cabin door. If anyone passed they’d see her, bent over with her dress over her ass, and Blaine’s hand between her legs. It was a weird turn on.

  He turned her around again and kissed her, long and slow and deep. Her knees gave out as he whispered in her ear. “This is what I wanted to do to you yesterday, Mia, as soon as I saw you. You’re so beautiful.”

  He led her to the cabin’s small bed and pushed her onto her back. “Are you sure?” he asked.

  She nodded. It was so unlike her to think this way, but she couldn’t wait to see his cock. She felt something through his khaki’s as he rubbed against her while they kissed. She fought the urge to reach out and help him unzip, but he seemed to want to be in control.

  He pushed his pants down over his dick, and she started at its size. Erect and engorged before she even had a chance to touch him. He seemed to read her mind. “It’s okay,” he said. “Touch it.”

  She did, hot skin covering the rock hard shaft. “Can you take me in?” he asked.

  “I’ll—I’ll try,” she said. She felt torn between ridiculousness and wild excitement. Was she really having this conversation, so calmly, as if they were discussing shoe size? He pulled her bottom to the edge of the bed and spread her legs.

  He turned from her for a moment and fiddled around in a drawer beside the bed. When he faced her again he wore a condom. She bit her lip to keep from giggling. They make them that big?

  “Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said.

  She nodded and leaned up as much as she could onto her elbows. She watched his cock brush against her pink pussy, and for a moment she thought there was no way he’d fit inside her. Her wetness, however, made it easier for him to slide in.

  He moaned, “Oh my god, you’re so tight. That boy couldn’t fuck you, could he?”

  “No…not like this.” She felt herself stretching. He pushed her legs wider, and then licked his fingers. He started in on her clit with his fingers.

  She’d never felt anything like it. He pushed his hot shaft in to her while he stroked her clit. “Blaine, Blaine—I—” She had no more words. His cock was hard and his fingers soft.

  She came, so hard and fast, that she had to bite her arm to keep from screaming. She looked up at his face, the contorting mouth, the drops of sweat pouring off his nose. South Florida in the summer meant sweat when you’re standing still, much less making love. He gasped. “Mia—you’re so beautiful. I can’t take it. I’m going to come—“

  “Yes—” she said, and to her own disbelief she added, “Come inside me. Explode inside me.”

  He did. He cried out into her thick black hair. “Baby, oh my god.”

  He collapsed onto her for a moment, before propping himself on one elbow. “Amazing. You were more amazing than I imagined. “

  Suddenly, and without warning, Mia realized what she was doing. She’d just had sex, on a boat, with a virtual stranger. A stranger who knew her boyfriend had just ditched her, and who had seen her puking her guts up the day before. What was this, a charity fuck?

  “Did that feel as amazing to you as it did to me?” Blaine asked.

  She pushed him off her and stood.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  She grabbed for her purse. “What’s wrong? How about all of this?”

  “I don’t understand. Where are you going?” He stood and yanked his pants back into place.

  Oh my god, thought Mia. He never even took his pants off. She felt like a total whore. Her inability to find her panties didn’t help the situation. She spun around, looking for neon pink cotton amongst the boat’s gray and blue upholstery. She finally located the elusive underwear, but she spilled her purse on the floor. Her makeup and pens and random hair accessories spilled out, along with her wallet. The wallet opened and spewed change and credit cards everywhere. “Damnit!” she said.

  “Hey—hey, calm down.”

  She shook her head. “No—this was a mistake. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

  “It’s okay. I mean, you’re right. Maybe we should have waited but—” He touched her arm. “It would have happened eventually.”

  “How?” She glared at him. “I wouldn’t have ever seen you again.”

  “I have your number, from the booking. I was going to call you. I wanted to see you again.”

  “Right, because I was so alluring yesterday. Puking and crying. And you thought I was some kind of pampered princess anyway. A guy like you needs a tomboy, not a girl like me.”

  She stuffed her belongings into her purse, including her underwear. “No!” Blaine said. “Mia—please. You were adorable, crying and even puking.” He laughed, and she crossed her arms over her chest and shuddered in mortification.

  “I’m sorry—that wasn’t what I meant to say. And I thought you were brave and tough, coming out on the boat even though you didn’t want to.”

  For a moment, Mia almost believed him. Then she took in his chiseled jaw and perfect hair, his tall, buff frame and his dapper English smile. How many other women had come before her? She stalked out of the cabin, managed to get over the boat rail without flashing the entire marina, and went home.

  *

  Blaine Daniels had never been so abruptly dismissed in his life. Not by colleagues or friends and certainly not by a woman. He had an early charter the next morning, so he decided to sleep on the boat. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and lay down on the tiny bed where he’d made love to Mia Tennyson. He couldn’t sleep, and not just because the cabin was as hot and humid as a sauna. He could smell Mia’s perfume on the pillow. He pressed his face into it. Something tickled his nose. A long dark brown hair.

  What had happened? He’d had plenty of quick seductions in his past. Most of the women lingered around, to the point that he was the one making excuses to get rid of them. Not that he wanted to engage in casual flings, but he needed sex as much as any man, if not more. Experience had taught him that he got a lot less trouble if he kept things simple.

  He shook his head. He didn’t want to think about any of that. It was too painful. He picked up his phone. He ignored the list of missed called and texts, and deleted four voicemails without listening to them. He pulled up Mia’s phone number.

  Text or call? he wondered.

  He remembered her disgust at her ex-boyfriends text dismissal. His finger hovered over the voice call option, and then he set the phone down. Maybe she just needed some time to think it over. Maybe she’d turn up tomorrow.

  He thrashed and rolled, but he couldn’t get the image of her out of his mind. Her long eyelashes and dimples. Her muscular legs… she must run, or go to spinning classes… or something. And on top of it all, her ass. Perfectly round and just enough to fit one cheek firmly in his big hands. He hadn’t had a chance to pull her on top of him. To hold onto her bottom and look up at her breasts while she rode him…

  “Damnit,” he said out loud. “Four in the morning is coming early.” He looked down at his hard cock pushing against his boxers. Sweat ran down his stomach. She’s a woman, he thought. A stunningly beautiful one, but he’d been with beautiful women before. Something about Mia Tennyson wouldn’t let him rest. Maybe it was her honest vulnerability, or the flash of spirit she’d shown in coming out on the fishing trip. She’d shown that spirit again when she walked out on him. Whatever it was, he wasn’t getting any sleep until he at least tried to talk some sense into her.

  He picked up the phone and called her number. She answered on the fourth ring. “Hello?”

  “Mia?”

  “Oh. I don’t want to talk to you.”

  Accent gives me away with one word, he thought, but he said, “I’m sorry for today. I know you’re not that kind of girl. It was my fault. I—I just couldn’t control myself around you.”

  Silence on her end, but at least she hadn’t hung up.

  “Will you give me another chance? To prove I can be a gentleman.”

  She sighe
d. “I don’t know, Blaine. I’m in a really weird place right now.”

  “I know. I just want to spend time with you.” He found that he meant it as he said it. “Nothing has to happen.”

  “It’s not just that. It’s me, too. I…” He could almost see her blushing through her tan. “I’m not sure I trust myself around you.”

  He pushed the phone to his face, as if he might get closer to her. “That’s good. We feel the same way—but I can keep us both in line. Let me just get to know you better.”

  “I’m afraid I already know you,” she said.

  Blaine’s heart stopped in his chest. Could she know? He hadn’t told anyone. Not a soul, in his three weeks in Fort Lauderdale.

  She went on. “You’re that handsome guy that always gets the girl. You only want me because I’m putting you off.”

  He exhaled in relief. “I’ll be honest with you. You surprised me when you stormed out. But truly, Mia, there’s something different about you. Will you let me find out what it really is?”

  His heartbeat sounded loud in his own ears as he waited for her reply. “Okay,” she said. “When?”

  “Come to my apartment. Tomorrow evening. No boat to make you sick.”

  “Alright,” she said.

  He gave her the address and they said goodnight. His mind raced. He had one chance to impress this woman. And prove to both of them that he could control himself.

  *

  Mia chose a flowy maxi dress for her first visit to Blaine’s apartment. She figured it was pretty but not overtly sexy. She wanted to dampen the fire, not extinguish it. She pulled into the parking lot across from the marina. Sports cars and garish SUV’s surrounded a cluster of high-end condos overlooking the harbor. The buildings were pink and yellow and powder blue, and palm trees marked the stone paths that lead to two-story lobbies.

  “Jeez,” she said to herself. Charter fishing must be a good living.

  She punched the number Blaine had given her into the security pad by the door. It buzzed and the door opened. She took the elevator to the top floor, seven stories up. When it opened she stepped out in confusion. She seemed to be in someone’s foyer.

  Blaine rounded the corner. He wore a white button down shirt and dark jeans. As always, his feet where bare. “You made it,” he said. He kissed both her cheeks, as if she were an English nun.

  “Yes,” she said. “I didn’t know where I was when the elevator opened—“

  “Private elevator,” he said. “It’s nice. No one traipsing by your door at all hours.”

  “Right,” said Mia. Her own three-story condo building didn’t even have elevators. She dreaded lugging her groceries from her car, up the stairs, and into her apartment. Blaine didn’t seem to have that worry.

  He led her into a spacious kitchen in a sleek modern style, all sparkly granite and stainless steel. A bouquet of yellow roses sat on the counter. “For you,” he said.

  She smiled in appreciation. “Thank you!”

  “Aren’t you going to read the card?”

  She opened the lumpy envelope that he’d stuck in between the stems. The card had two smiling fish with googly eyes on the front. She opened it and a packet fell into her hand. She held it up. “Dramamine!”

  “For our next boating adventure,” he said. He poured her a glass of white wine. “Would you mind going back outside before we eat?”

  “Of course not. It’s a beautiful evening. Not as hot as yesterday.” She blushed when she said it.

  They clinked glasses. “Here’s to it not being so hot,” he said. “Cheers.”

  They took the elevator to the first floor and left the building via the back door. Mia followed Blaine toward a covered dock that jutted out into the clear water. He’d brought the bottle of wine, and stuck it into the bucket some magic ice fairy seemed to have left for them. The fairy had also brought cheese and crackers, two fishing poles and a bucket of bait.

  “I thought we could try again,” he said, almost shyly. “If you want to.”

  She grinned at him. “Yes! This is perfect. The prefect introduction.”

  He handed her a pole and reached into the bait bucket. “You might not want to look,” he said. “Worms. Big nasty ones.”

  “Gross,” Mia said. She shook her head and took a deep breath. “No, it’s okay. I can handle it.”

  “You want to bait the hook?” He held up a gigantic, squiggling worm.

  “No! No, no.” She stepped back. “I’ll look, but I won’t touch.”

  He laughed, and she joined him. “That would be asking too much,” she said.

  “I thought so,” he said. He turned away from her, so she mercifully couldn’t see what he was doing. When he turned around the hook seemed to be neatly coated with a worm that wasn’t squirming any more.

  “That wasn’t so bad,” she said. He stood behind her and helped her cast the line into the harbor. He baited his own hook and threw out his cast.

  “What now?” she asked.

  “We wait,” he said. “And drink.”

  The sun slowly dipped as they chatted and laughed and sipped wine. Every ten minutes or

  so Blaine reminded Mia to cast again. He was easy to talk to, and funny, but she noticed it seemed like he asked all the questions. By the time it was dark, he knew everything about Mia: her family, her education, her childhood pets, her birthday and favorite colors and movies, and her love of children and teaching.

  “I really admire you,” he said. “Teaching those small children. It takes so much patience and creativity.

  “I love them like my own. I’d like to have at least three someday.” She smiled at him. “How about you? Do you want kids?”

  He shrugged. “I’m not very patient.”

  “It’s harder when they’re not your children. I think everyone is more patient with their own kids.”

  “How far away is your apartment?” he asked.

  She was becoming used to him turning the conversation away from himself, but that didn’t mean it didn’t bother her. “Fifteen minute drive. Out past the outlets.” She pointed up at the penthouse condo and tried again to get some information out of him. “How long have you been in this place? It’s amazing.”

  He shrugged. “It belongs to a friend. I’m just staying here for a while. Not sure what I’m doing long term.”

  “Oh. So you might not be here long—” A tug at her line distracted her. “Oh—look! Look at my line!”

  The end of the pole dipped and wiggled and ran zigzags around the water below them. Blaine set his own pole aside. He stood behind her and helped her reel in her line.

  “It must be huge!” she said, giddy with excitement. “It’s so strong—it’s going to break the line! It’s—“

  The fish broke the surface, a square silver thing that couldn’t have been more than six inches long. Blaine reached for it.

  “You’re kidding!” Mia said. She giggled. “That tiny thing? I thought it was going to pull me over the railing.”

  He smiled and squeezed the hook from the little fish’s cheek. “They fight hard. Even the little ones. They know what’s coming if they don’t. A little mullet.”

  “What?” Mia pictured the long-in-back, short-on-top hairstyle that her dad had sported when she was a little girl.

  “That’s the kind of fish. A mullet.” He held it out to her. “Want to touch him?”

  She swallowed, but it seemed like she should at least shake hands with her opponent. She ran her finger along the fish’s side. “Throw him back, before he suffocates.”

  Blaine did and the little mullet disappeared almost before he hit the water. Blaine grabbed a bottle of hand sanitizer. He offered it to Mia.

  “You’re a man after my own heart,” she said, as they both cleaned up.

  “You hungry?”

  She nodded.

  “Leave all this here. I’ll get it tomorrow.” He squeezed her shoulder. “Let’s not forget the wine.”

  They returned to the apa
rtment and enjoyed a homemade lasagna and salad. After they ate she joined him on a dark leather sofa. They sat at opposite ends, as if the space might dull the sexual energy that buzzed between them. The more wine she consumed, the more doubtful Mia was that she and Blaine would be able to keep their promise. She didn’t even know if she cared. Blaine broached the topic first.

  “So… we’ve done well so far.” He tugged at his jeans.

  She scooted closer to him. “Yeah.” Closer still. She rested her hand on his knee. “We’ve done a great job. Very platonic.”

  He put his hand over hers. “I’m serious, Mia. We’re not making love tonight.”

  “I know. I agree.” She spoke, but her body took over. She climbed into his lap and straddled him. What the hell am I doing? She thought. After all my blah-blah-blah about controlling myself?

  He ran a hand through her hair. “Look… this isn’t… I mean I can’t be expected to…”

  She touched his lips. “Shhh. We can just kiss? Touch a little?”

  He bit her finger, gently. “Right. We don’t have to go all the way.”

  She nodded.

  That was all Blaine needed, apparently. He put both hands on her cheeks, and then dug his fingers into her hair. He pulled her mouth toward his, and kissed her. His tongue was alternately gentle and just rough enough. His hands worked their way from the base of her neck over her bare shoulders, and he kissed her chest. She blessed her dress’ strapless design. The skin above her breasts tingled.

  “Just kiss… or maybe…” He pulled the bodice of her dress over her breasts. The dress had a built in bra, and he moaned at the site of her bare, erect nipples. He suckled each one. She watched his tongue dance over them. She directed his head with her hands in his hair. She ground her crotch into his, and her hands went to his belt.

  His cock was already hard, and peeked a solid three inches over the edge of his belt. She pulled his shirt loose and unbuckled his belt. “Maybe…” she said.

  She slipped down into his lap and let his dick free with a quick unzipping. She took it in her hand. To her amazement she found she couldn’t touch her fingers to her thumb, he was that thick. Once again, he own bravado astounded her. She licked his cock, slow quick strokes, and took him into her mouth.