by Claire Adams
"Wild horses could not keep me out of your shower, Lilly. It's a date!" I left the room feeling satisfied and happy. In the hallway, I tiptoed as quietly as I could across the smooth wooden floors to my own room. I paused outside Rafe's room; I thought I was noisy. Eve was screaming as if she was being assaulted and she cried for help in another language. I was surprised that they had the door closed for their lovemaking session. I placed my ear against the door just to listen. Since they both speak different languages, I was not even sure they understood what their partner was saying — I sure as hell didn’t. Whatever they were doing, it went on, and on and on. I snickered; it can’t be that great—or that bad, despite Eve's unusual lovemaking sounds. I sighed and went to my room. I brushed my teeth and my hair and then spritzed myself with perfume. I was ready to go downstairs.
Bullet was right — the chef, Andre was a bit fussy but he was young and he was excited about working for Dr. Bullet Steinmann. Although I am not much of a cook, I offered to help. Andre appeared shocked, "Definitely not! Out of the kitchen. You can however set the table if you would like. The dishes are on the sideboard. This is a casual dinner so I don't mind getting a little help from you. So what is it like being up here with Bullet?"
I raised my eyebrows at the inquisitive chef. Did he have a crush on the tall, dark and handsome doctor? If he did, who could blame him? Not me! "It is wonderful, of course." Change of subject Lilly. "Let's see, it looks delicious. What kind of fish is this?"
"This is a freshwater trout. Prepared especially for you with my own secret mix of seasonings. You will see. Now go on and have a seat. The others will be down soon, I am sure. If not, I will ring the serving bell. It's kind of old fashioned but it gets the job done."
Bullet came down the stairs wearing the same clothing he wore up, only his linen clothing looked a little more wrinkled now. I did not care, I had been the one that had wrinkled him—that pleased me. And I had fun doing it. A few more minutes passed by and it became obvious that our other two guests weren't hungry. I was happy that Bullet had mercy on Andre—we went ahead and ate our meals. I was happy to be somewhat alone with him. Andre pulled back the cloches and the sight was amazing. Both of us had a well-dressed fish, cooked Cajun style with butter and Louisiana seasonings. For a side dish, we ate gumbo and rice. The evening meal was completed with a key lime pie.
By the time they made it downstairs, our bellies were full and we sat fat and lazy in front of the fire. They scrambled off to the kitchen to deal with an irate Andre, hoping for anything to eat at all. I lay on the white, fur rug in front of the warm fire while Bullet stared into the flames and absently rubbed my feet. I wondered what he thought about—was he thinking about me? He had wanted to play a game this weekend; I was to pretend to be interested in him. Once I got over my pride, it was easy to do. This weekend was going to be all about pleasure and sexual enjoyment. It wasn't a chore to commit to "keep his interest."
Besides, I was playing a game of my own, pretending that I loved him and that he and I were more than a weekend booty call. Of course, I was not going to tell him what game I was playing- that would only freak him out. Still, it felt good to feel "loved" even if it was not real or genuine.
Be careful, Lilly. Don't get trapped by your own game! Good advice—I hoped I listened.
Chapter Ten
Bullet
I was learning a lot about Lilly Brightwood. I discovered that she was changeable¸ sometimes moody and sexually curious — that first drunken encounter with her wasn't a fluke. My brain didn't want to focus on this too much. I was happy to let the rest of my body take charge when I was with her. She surprised the hell out of me in the bedroom earlier. I had asked for that quick meeting, thinking that I would have to convince her to stay but no persuasions were necessary.
My mind played that scene over and over again. The moonlight shining in the room, Lilly's skin gleaming slightly — that serious determined look on her face. It was perfect. She was perfect. Now here we were together in front of the fire at the cabin and I was feeling aroused again. The wood popped in the fireplace and all the lights were out in the room. It was just Lilly and I and her face was so close to my lap. I stroked her long hair with my hand. That wasn't helping. I think she felt my body responding to her nearness because she moved her head to accommodate my stiffness. She sat up and said, "Oh! Again?"
"Yes, again. Look, we are by ourselves." I stroked her jaw with the back of my hand. "Andre has gone. Those other two, well, who knows where they are? It's just you and I again." I kissed her softly.
"What about our shower?"
"There's no rush. I promise you a shower you will never forget. But for now, let's find something else to do." I took her hand and let her feel my crotch. Her eyes widened slightly but she obliged me. Her hand was in my pants and she stroked me teasingly. I leaned back on my arms enjoying every touch of her hand. "Mmmm....that feels so good. Ah, Lilly." Her hungry mouth was on me, sucking me. She had surprised me again. This was exactly what I wanted but I had no idea she would be so happy to do it and I didn’t have to ask. Her warm mouth thrilled my body- she took her time with me. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled her to me and kissed her. I wanted her body—again.
"Here? What if someone sees us?" Her eyes were even wider. I looked around the room and said, "Who is going to see us? There is nobody here and if they were who cares?" I slid down my pants and she stretched out in front of the fireplace. Hurriedly, she removed hers and took her place on top of me. Still moist from our previous encounter I slid right into her. She was a great fit! My hands went up her blouse and felt her perfectly molded breasts. How could she not appreciate how ideal her breasts were? There we were on the floor of the living room, Lilly bouncing on my lap, her round behind slapping against my thighs. She was not timid and I was glad. I stroked her perfect blonde curly patch, exciting her more. I let her ride me for a few minutes then I took charge. Holding on to her, we swung around- now she was on the bottom. I lifted her legs slightly and drove into her. Each thrust was a thrill. Her pink nipples were hard and sweet.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Rafe and Eve watching us from the doorway. I didn't look at them directly; I didn't want to freak Lilly out. Rafe's penis was hanging out and Eve's hand moved. She must have been stroking him. I tried not to look. I had Lilly beneath me feeling wet and wonderful. I pushed harder, dropping her legs and reaching under her behind, I scooted her closer. She was squeezing my arms and gasping with pleasure. Her orgasm came quickly, sending her hips into a frenzy. I pinned her legs up again and drove my penis all the way into her. I wasn't ready to come yet; fucking her was too much fun. With my finger I played with her clitoris. The room smelled like sex, hot sex, and I loved it. Rafe leaned against the wall while Eve was down on her knees, sucking him off. Lilly still had no idea they were watching us.
I pumped away until I felt my release nearing. "Fuck!" I shouted as I came inside her. I shuddered and made a few more thrusts into her before I collapsed. Thankfully, our fan club slipped away, presumably to take care of business elsewhere. I reached across the rug and touched her warm, sweaty skin. "You are beautiful, Lilly Brightwood."
She laughed breathlessly. "So are you Bullet Steinmann."
We hovered near the fire for a few minutes then parted ways. I told her to get a shower, get some rest and I would see her in the morning. Of course, I told her that if she needed "anything" during the night, I was next door. She laughed again, "I think I'm okay for now."
"I will see you around 8 or so for breakfast. Wear your bathing suit; I plan on taking you out on the lake tomorrow. Do you like boating?"
"I haven't been in years. I would love that.”
“Okay, I will have Andre pack us a lunch. Of course, my friends will probably have to go too. Do you think you can handle that?"
She wrinkled her tiny nose, "Sure. The more the merrier, right? Good night, Bullet."
"Good night, Lilly." I went into my room, thankful that s
he did not want to stay with me. I did not like sleeping, actually sleeping with women. It gave them the wrong idea. When you sleep with a woman she tends to get the idea that you are in a relationship. Lilly and I were not in a relationship, it was just a sexual thing. Purely sexual. I was not curious at all about her past or what her future plans were. That was the best way to handle this.
I climbed into the shower and turned the hot water on. I could still smell her on me. For the first time in a long time, I was really satisfied. After my shower, I slid under my sheets not bothering to put on any clothing just in case she decided to stop by. I was exhausted but if Lilly needed me, I would be ready and willing to serve.
She didn't stop by and I woke up to the sun streaming through the big window in my bedroom. I was a little disappointed that she had not made an appearance last night but not everyone was as sexually excitable as I was. I glanced at the clock- it was after seven, time to get up. I could hear laughter from downstairs — it sounded like I would be the last one up.
I put on a pair of jeans, T-shirt and sneakers. It felt good to dress casually, something I don't normally get to do. Downstairs everyone was waiting for me. I was happy to see Eve and Lilly talking over a plate of fresh fruit. "Good morning everyone!" We hung around inside for a while enjoying the food and chitchatting. "Who is ready to go boating?"
We gathered our supplies including a picnic basket, some blankets and other necessities and walked down the beach to the pier. The morning fog had burned away; thankfully the sky above us was brilliant and blue. This would be a great day to go sunbathing. The boat was a rental but it was a top-of-the-line model. It had a wide deck, perfect for playing in the sun, sleeping quarters downstairs and lots of extras including a fully stocked bar. The rental company offered to send a captain but I felt confident about handling the rig. I had spent many days on board boating with my father every summer. I knew how to handle the boat. Besides, we wanted privacy for this excursion. What I planned to do might be a little shocking for a captain!
Rafe and Eve took the food below deck and Lilly stood beside me as I slowly drove the boat away from the pier and onto the lake. The other side of the lake, the more commercial, developed side would be a busy place to be today. However my cabin was pretty isolated, not too popular with tourists. I liked it like that. When it came to vacations, I enjoyed my privacy.
"Do you know how to drive a boat?" I smiled at Lilly. She looked beautiful. If I had to describe her with one word, it would be softness. I was happy to see that she had not pressed the curls out of her hair. I loved the wildness of it. She had on a turquoise green bikini; I could see the straps. Her blue shorts and fitted grey and white tank top looked great on her figure.
"Are you kidding me? I know how to kayak. Will that help?" She said laughingly.
"Probably not so much. You stand here and I will show you what to do." Lilly stepped between me and the wheel. She smiled up at me like an excited kid. "Okay, this is the thrust. If you push it up you tell the motor to move back; if you push it down you tell the motor to move forward. It's kind of backwards from driving a car but that's pretty much it. This is your speed. Keep an eye on this number here." I tapped on a digital screen. "We want to stay under the speed limit or we may get a ticket. Lots of police officers on the water during the summer."
"What is the speed limit out here? Where are we headed?"
"I thought we would visit Taylors Island. It's not much more than a small sandbar and a few clumps of trees but it is private and you can work on your tan." I raised my brows at her playfully. She laughed nervously and kept her eyes on the water in front of her. "There you go! You have the hang of it now. Okay, Taylors Island should be coming up soon. When you see it, kick the speed down. We want to take a slow approach because there is a bit of sand around the island. I'm going to see what those two are up to. I will be right back."
"What? You can't leave me up here! I don't know anything about driving the boat other than turning this wheel."
Lilly looked panicked. I kissed her cheek. “I will only be gone for a minute. I need to make sure our food is stacked properly. I think those two only have one thing on their mind."
"That sounds familiar." Lilly smirked.
I patted her bottom and left to go down below. As I suspected, the picnic basket was left on the table and Rafe and Eve were nowhere to be seen. I stuffed the contents of the picnic basket in the mini fridge and followed the sounds of lovemaking to find Rafe and Eve enjoying one another in one of the small cabins.
I paused in the doorway. Rafe had Eve bent over the small bed. Stripped down completely his muscular body was toned and fit. I had been correct — I could tell by the way Eve's breasts hung that she had some type of lift. Their perkiness defied gravity. Unfortunately, she had a flat bottom and scrawny legs but then again, I am rather picky.
Rafe grinned at me. "Look, Eve, who has come to watch us." I hung in the doorway my arms over my head. Although I was not attracted to either of them, anytime people had sex in front you it was a turn on. I felt myself expand and thought about unzipping my pants to relieve a little frustration but a voice from above made me change my mind.
"Bullet! I can see the island! Get up here!"
"No fun for me right now. You two continue." I tapped the doorway and jogged up the steps. I kissed Lilly and took over the wheel. In a few minutes I would be on a deserted island with the woman of my dreams. This was turning out to be the perfect vacation.
Chapter Eleven
Lilly
I had already broken every rule I ever made for myself just by coming here with Bullet. Despite what he may think, I did not trust him but I could not deny my physical attraction to him. And right now this was enough motivation to keep me interested but I knew myself well enough to know that this wouldn't do forever. This is only for the weekend, Lilly. Yeah, I got that.
Last night had been fun, exciting and a little dangerous. I liked that. I never had sex in public before, at least, what I called public. We were on the living room floor and there were people in the house. The whole time we were having sex in front of the fire, I felt like someone was watching us. But in that moment, it didn't matter. I was sure that Bullet thought he was sexy enough to get whatever he wanted from me but I did have my limits. I just wasn't ready or willing to share with him what those limits were. Bullet was the kind of guy that would always push the envelope — he always needed a new challenge, something else to keep him aroused. It would be a fair guess to say that Bullet had never had a serious girlfriend.
I'd never dated a guy like him — Evan was quite the opposite. For someone who enjoyed having affairs, and the bedroom, in general Evan was pretty vanilla—and pretty boring. The most exciting thing we had ever done was try glow-in-the-dark condoms. He preferred the missionary position and didn’t enjoy it when I took charge. I was discovering that I liked being in charge. I liked that Bullet liked me in that role, occasionally.
I had sent a long text to Kate last night giving her some of the detail of what I had been up to. She was proud that I was embracing my new “free spirit” attitude but she cautioned me back to reality. Eventually, I stopped texting and called her. I had too much to say, too much to talk about. I guess I wanted to brag a little.
"Now you know girl, this is just for the weekend. I hate to say it but once he comes home, it will probably be nothing more than a friendship if that. Bullet is the kind of guy you should have fun with, probably not the guy to do much else with."
I frowned at myself in the vanity mirror. This was really a nice room, much larger than my current apartment. "I know that, Katie. I'm just having fun – like you told me to, —I might add." I didn't need her to remind me that to Bullet, I was just a sex object. He made that pretty clear.
"Yes, but I know you too my friend. You are not that great at one night stands. And that’s what this is—one long booty call."
"Got it! One long booty call." I laughed. I could not believe I was having this
conversation with her. Normally, it was Kate having fun and me living vicariously through her. I don’t think I had been on more than a handful of dates since Evan and I broke up. He kind of killed my trust factor when it came to guys. That was pretty obvious.
"So tell me about this Rafe character. And what was her name, Eve? So they like doing it everywhere?"
"It sure looks that way. On the plane, on the boat, I think they may have even been watching us last night. I hope Bullet doesn't think I am down for an orgy. You know I have never done anything like that. I don't know what I would say if he asked me that. I agreed to keep his interest, not the interest of him and his friends." I chewed on my bottom lip.
"I don't know what I would do if that were me. It would be hard to resist Bullet to begin with. I mean, geesh. The guy is perfect. Has he had work done because I don't think anyone can look as perfectly gorgeous as he does without help? Why would Mother Nature be so nice to one guy?” Kate cackled in my ear. “I guess you can't ask him that. That might be a mood killer." Kate laughed aloud at the idea of me asking Bullet if he had any work done.
"I won't be asking him that but I haven't seen any scars. And I can tell you one thing he is as perfect naked as he is with his clothes on," I bragged. “I guess if I had one criticism it would be that he isn’t big on foreplay but I guess that is just time killer. Don’t get me wrong, he is generous in the bedroom. Did I tell you we did it twice yesterday?”
"Get out of here! I knew it. I bet the sex is great." I didn't give her an answer but my chuckle told her everything. "You are so lucky. Well, enjoy the weekend and don't think about things too much. I mean, unless you come back with a tattoo that says “Bullet’s Girl” you should be able to come back and forget all about it. Go ahead and get him out of your system and then you can have the surgery that you wanted. I think he's a man of his word and he will do what he says." I hoped she was right but to be honest, I was having too much fun to worry about it right now.
