Getting Wet (A Three Sisters Story Book 1)

by Kat London

  I let my mind replay the events of the last twenty-four hours, since meeting Darian. He was a fun fling, a great fuck. But that’s it. Just because he wanted to see me again, didn’t mean anything. Yeah, it would be fun. But seriously, it would never be anything more than one more night.

  Nobody started a relationship by fucking the first night they met.

  Did they?

  Maybe that was my problem, all those weekend flings, but never finding love. Maybe it was this place? I had three months left on my contract at Three Sisters. Was I finally ready to move on?

  The worst thing was I still had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. If I couldn’t figure myself out, how did I think I could find someone to spend the rest of my life with?

  I groaned and curled up with a body pillow I’d had since high school. One thing I knew for sure, Darian was amazing. Maybe if I got my shit together I’d be able to find another guy like him when I was ready. I stifled a large yawn and then closed my eyes, succumbing to sleep.

  EIGHT

  A knock drew me from my afternoon slumber. I climbed off my bed and opened the door finding myself face to face with a bouquet of prairie lilies. Behind it stood Jacques, my previous one night stand.

  “Looks like you have an admirer.” Jacques smiled wickedly as he shoved the bouquet in my direction, and handed me an envelope. I took both from him, as he stood there awkwardly waiting.

  “Oh, sorry, how much should I tip you?”

  He laughed. “You don’t tip me, the sender does. So what are you up to tonight?” His one eye twitched like he was trying to wink.

  Looking him over, I couldn’t help but compare him to Darian. Where Darian was dark and chiseled, Jacques was lean and furry. It wasn’t that I didn’t find Jacques attractive. But now that I had a piece of Darian…would anyone be able to compare? Jacques seemed like a boy, where Darian was a man.

  I held the flowers between us, like a shield. “I’ve got plans.”

  “Okay, then.” Jacques nodded. “Enjoy your flowers.” He turned and slinked away to the stairwell.

  I turned back to my room and realized I wanted more information. “Wait,” I called out. “Who sent these?” But Jacques was long gone.

  I closed the door and set the vase of flowers on the counter that sat between my kitchen and bedroom. Prairie lilies? I hadn’t seen these since I was back home. A feeling of nostalgia crept in.

  Still holding the envelope in my hand, and glanced at my clock. Four pm? I had slept for three hours! The afternoon was nearly over; I couldn’t believe it. Sitting in my lone chair, I curled up and opened the envelope. My stomach fluttered. It was from Darian.

  I hope these flowers give you a sense of home. Even though I have to return to mine tomorrow, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you again—and I don’t mean just one more night. Meet me in my room at five o’clock so I can talk about this with you in person.

  The fluttering in my stomach turned to anxiety. How did Darian know I was from the prairies? I never shared that with clients, only my coworkers and friends around town knew. And how could he be serious about seeing me more? We barely knew each other, and we lived in two different places. I flipped the paper over and over again in my hands. If I wanted to go, I had an hour to get ready.

  ***

  I stood in the lobby of Darian’s hotel, waiting for the elevator. It took a lot of talking to convince myself that it was okay to have one last night of fun before he left. Thankfully I had no roommates, or they might have thought I was losing it.

  When the elevator doors opened, I stepped inside and hit the penthouse floor. As the doors closed, I glanced at my phone. 5:05. I was late. I tucked my phone back in my purse and rubbed my hands down the side of my dress. Why was I so nervous?

  The doors slid open on the top floor and I stepped out into the long hallway, making my way down the bright patterned carpet to the door that stood alone at the end of the hall. I paused in front of the large double wooden doors. I knew Darian was on the other side, just a few feet away. Was I prepared for just a little fun? I reached up my hand and knocked.

  The door was opened by a stranger. I searched his face trying to recall which of one of the guy’s in Darian’s crew this was, but none of them came to mind. Plus the man was dressed in a white linen yoga outfit. “Come in,” he said, motioned to the room.

  I stared into the room and saw where last night there was a living room set, tonight it was replaced by two massage tables. Another man stood below, dressed in the same as the one who answered the door.

  “What’s going on here?” I asked.

  “Sorry, I’m Enrique, your masseuse for this evening. Mr. Hunter will be right back; he’s just delayed a moment.” Enrique leaned in uncomfortably close and smiled before whispering. “I think he was nervous you weren’t going to show up.”

  I returned the smile and decided to cross the threshold. I was met by a waitress, holding out a glass of champagne. I politely took the glass and drank half of it in an attempt to calm my nerves.

  Darian appeared from his bedroom, dressed in a cotton robe all casual like the two masseuses and suddenly I felt overdressed in my black cocktail dress. His eyes instantly widened when he saw me, and I did a little curtsy from across the room.

  Before he could reach me, the waitress stepped between us. “A drink, Mr. Hunter?” I couldn’t help but notice how she batted her eyelashes at him when she said her name. A flash of jealousy fired up inside of me. But Darian barely nodded, not taking his eyes off of me as he grabbed a glass of champagne from her tray.

  The waitress frowned. I couldn’t blame her. He was dead sexy in his robe, the top lying open with his chest on display. Underneath his legs peeked through when he walked, revealing a tease of nakedness that lay beneath. But tonight his nakedness was mine, not hers. I couldn’t stifle a smile that spread across my lips.

  “I’m sorry I’m late,” I said as he reached me. He stopped so close I could feel the heat from his body. I wanted to embrace him. Kiss him. But I had to remind myself—this was just for fun. You can’t date a client. It’s just not feasible.

  “I’m just glad you’re here now.”

  “What if I didn’t come?” I laughed, staring at the two long beds and the soft romantic music playing in the background.

  He broke out into a loud laugh. It was deep and made something inside of me twitch with desire. “Then I’d be paying a heck of a lot for one massage.”

  I laughed back. It was nice. Things felt normal again between us. Even though he was leaving tomorrow, if I didn’t relax now then tonight wouldn’t be any fun.

  “Shall we begin?” he put an arm around my back and motioned to the massage tables.

  “Yes, please.”

  I went into the bedroom and changed into a robe, leaving my clothes neatly folded on the couch. I noticed that Darian already had a fire going, the warm glow filling up the room. I also noticed that the Jacuzzi was softly bubbling. Was all this for me?

  When I went out into the main room, Darian was waiting for me. I noticed that the waitress was gone. Good. I didn’t need her mulling over Darian while we were both being rubbed down, naked under a thin sheet.

  He held out a hand to me, and pulled me close to his chest, while talking with the masseuses about who would massage whom. I listened to his authoritative voice barking orders, and realized that the last time he used it on me was when he told me to bend over in the shower. A shiver ran down my body.

  “Are you cold?” he asked, looking down at me with concern. I shook my head, but he let go of me and turned on another fireplace. “That should help.”

  We each dropped our robes next to the beds, and I instantly grabbed for a sheet to cover myself from the masseuse. But I noticed Darian glanced over, staring at my body as it was highlighted by the fire, so I slowly took my time, giving him a little show before covering up. His gaze met mine, and I could tell he would have taken me right there if the masseuses weren’t here.
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br />   Enrique began my massage, starting at my head and working his way down my body. In the beginning, I learned a lot—he and his partner Alfonse were not just coworkers but also lovers. Apparently, I had nothing to worry about flashing my naked body in front of either of them. They’d seen it all working at the hotel for the last ten years.

  “Ten years?” I asked surprised. “How have you managed to stay together that long, especially somewhere like here?”

  “It’s beautiful here,” Alfonse said.

  “But it’s so transient.”

  Enrique laughed. “You’re just hanging out with the wrong crowds. There are a bunch of us who’ve been working here forever.”

  “I had no idea.”

  Halfway through the massage, Enrique offered me a blindfold. “This is something special we do with couple massages,” he said. “It intensifies the feeling. Do you want to try?”

  I glanced over to Darian, who was already tying his on. What would it hurt? This was probably the last romantic massage I’d have in a long time. I took the blindfold from Enrique and placed it over my eyes. He gently tied it behind my head, and I placed my face back down. Enrique finished massaging my lower back and down my legs.

  “It’s time to roll over,” he said. “Here, let me help.”

  After some awkward twisting with both my body and sheet, blinded by the dark fabric across my eyes, I managed to get onto my back. I giggled, hearing Darian struggle next to me.

  Enrique’s hands massaged my shoulders, and then down my arms. “One moment, he said, pausing once he started my feet. I just need more oil.”

  Footsteps shuffled away and then a door opened and closed, followed by footsteps returning. Enrique began massaging my feet again. I moaned with pleasure as he hit all the right points. It would have been sexually arousing if he was someone else. His hands moved up my calves, gently kneading my sore muscles, and then to my thighs. Slowly his fingers moved higher and higher until I wasn’t sure if he was going to stop.

  “Umm—” I began.

  “Shhh,” Darian’s voice came from right next to me.

  Darian!

  NINE

  I reached up, sliding the blindfold from my eyes. Darian was standing next to me, unrobed, with his hands under my sheet massaging me. “Where’s Enrique and Alfonse?”

  A smirk played on the one side of his mouth, “What? You don’t like this?”

  “Well, yes, of course I do.”

  “Good,” he said, nodding. “Now put your blindfold back on, and let me finish.”

  “But what if they come back?” I giggled at the thought of the masseuses returning to the sight of Darian and me on one of their tables together.

  He shook his head. “They won’t be. This is part of the package.”

  I watched him a moment, still massaging my upper thigh, and then sighed in agreement before lying back and pulling my blindfold down. His fingers continued further upward until they grazed the bottom of my shaved mound. A tiny sigh escaped my lips.

  His hands moved over my groin to my torso, where they continued to explore my midsection. When they reached my breasts, I was already heated from the idea of them rubbing against my clit that I moaned out with pleasure. Darian’s slick hands caressed my breasts, grazing my nipples as he cupped them in each palm. I arched my back as I moaned, pushing my chest into his hands and slipping the sheet off my body. He responded by groping my breasts from the base to the tips of my nipples where he pinched each at the same time, letting it slip from his grasp and fall back to my chest.

  One hand disappeared, returning to the crevice nestled between my legs. I slowly spread myself open, inviting Darian in. His fingers explored my inner lips, before slipping themselves inside, one by one. I pushed my hips up to each entry, hungry for more.

  “God, you’re so beautiful,” Darian said, in a whisper.

  I brought a hand up to my free breast, and rubbed it gently, feeling the smooth massage oil left behind from Darian’s fingers. He held my other breast between his fingers, and leaned over, putting his lips against it. Sucking my nipple into his mouth, I cried out in pleasure.

  I was already tender from last night and this morning. Everywhere he touched me burned with the memory of all the pleasure we’d enjoyed together. I reached my other hand down, to where he stood, and felt the end of his hard cock just under the table. I took it in my already slippery hand and began to stroke him back and forth.

  “Don’t,” he said. “I’m not sure I can control myself right now, and I don’t want you to leave already.”

  “Fuck me,” I said. “Please. Fuck me, and I’ll stay the night.”

  I had decided it on my way over. If I was going to lose Darian tomorrow, I was going to enjoy him all night. I let go of my breast, and took off my blindfold only to see the look of shock on his face.

  “Are you serious? You won’t leave?”

  “I promise.”

  He moved his hands to my hips with urgency and pulled me to the end of the massage table, so my ass hung just off the edge. Raising his cock to meet my wet pussy, he met my gaze again, his eyes on fire with lust.

  “Promise?”

  “You know I keep my word.”

  A smile appeared on his face, like a man about to get everything he ever wanted. He pressed his cock against my slit, and ran it up to my clit making me moan. I raised my hips against his head—tempting him—calling him to me. With full understanding, he pressed himself inside of me.

  This time I didn’t hold back, and neither did Darian. He started out slow. I met him with every thrust. Squirming under his touch, I made him move with fierce desire. He leaned forward as he began to speed up, like pistons pumping themselves in and out, revving my engine. His hands left my hips, and reached up for my shoulders, sliding me back and forth on the table to meet his thick cock as it entered me over and over again. My breasts slapped against the pressure, begging to be touched. He responded by dropping his head to my chest and sucking each nipple into his mouth hard and fast like he pumped my pussy.

  I reached my hands down his back, letting my fingernails run along his back as I tried to hold onto something. The oils made everything so slick. I couldn’t tell what was secure. And frankly, I didn’t care.

  “Oh, Darian,” I cried out. “Make me cum.”

  He released my breasts with his mouth and met my gaze, pumping faster now. His other hand still gripped my shoulder keeping me in place. He lifted himself up high enough to get his finger on my clit pressing gently against my throbbing bud as it slid back and forth along his finger. The feeling was too much. I screamed out in pleasure as my orgasm rose inside of me, exploding like an engine full throttle. It didn’t stop as Darian kept slamming into me with his cock filling up every part of my insides.

  I reached around his hips, grasping at his ass to keep him going so I could ride out my orgasm. At my touch he cried out, his cock stiffening inside of me as he began to cum.

  “Don’t stop,” I cried out. He continued to slam against me, finishing my orgasm until it was nothing more than a remnant of twitches. He groaned with me as he collapsed on top of me, both of us a sweaty mess.

  His lips found my breasts, kissing across each mound as he traveled to the base of my neck—my chin—my lips. I returned the kiss with a fervent hunger. I wasn’t done. I wanted more.

  “Should we slip into the Jacuzzi and clean off?” I asked.

  Darian’s eyes lit up with pleasure. “Only if you let me rub you down.”

  “Of course,” I teased.

  TEN

  After the Jacuzzi, we made our way back to the giant king-sized bed where we started, finishing off the night with multiple orgasms, finally collapsing sometime in the wee hours of the morning. I hadn’t slept that sound in a long time. My body needed a rest.

  I awoke to Darian’s arms around me, just like they were when I fell asleep. I always dreamed of waking up this way with someone and now after I let go of my cardinal rule it was happening.r />
  His groin moved against my backside and his lips pressed into the nook of my neck. It was too much—I couldn’t help but let out a moan.

  His fingers slipped down to my tight ass, exploring between my cheeks. When one found my hole, it played at the entrance and then slipped inside. I arched my back, pushing against Darian’s hand as he teased me, in and out of my virgin ass.

  “Would you let me fuck you there?” he whispered.

  I whimpered with pleasure, never having been fingered let alone fucked in the ass before. “Will it hurt? I asked.

  “I brought something to help, and if it does, I’ll stop.”

  Darian’s finger slipped out of me, and I heard the click of a bottle as it opened. I waited in anticipation, as he coated his hands, his cock, and my backside. The sensation of the oil was amazing as it spilled between my cheeks. Rubbing his fingers at my opening, he guided his cock to the same place.

  As his cock rubbed against my ass, it felt huge—I couldn’t imagine it entering my tight hole. But the oil made it slide into the opening smoothly, and as the head of Darian’s cock pressed inside, I cried out in surprised pleasure.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, instantly stopping, his voice filled with concern.

  “Don’t stop,” I panted, worried I might talk myself out of it if he didn’t continue right away.

  He grabbed his cock again, gently pushing it into my ass. Once inside he moved his hand to the front. Massaging my clit with his thumbs, he filled me with his fingers while slowly moving his cock in and out of my ass. I reached up for the headboard, trying to brace myself against something so I could push against him and intensify the sensations. He took the opportunity to slide his other arm around me and fondle my bare breasts as he reached up to my shoulder, pulling me down onto him with each thrust.

  It was amazing, being filled on both ends. As Darian’s speed got faster so did my moans. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to stay like this forever, enveloped in this bed, grinding amidst the sheets. He grunted next to my neck, like a wild animal in heat, pressing his head against me as he penetrated me deeper and deeper.