Beau immediately thought of his brother Blade. He’d seen the interest in Blade’s gaze the first time he met Marissa, a spark that had disappeared the second Blade realized Beau had already staked a claim on her. Not surprising considering he and his brothers had somewhat similar tastes in women. They liked beautiful, well-endowed women that weren’t afraid to stand up to them, and a sense of humor and intelligence didn’t hurt. But, that was as far as the similarities went.
He and his two brothers had always been able to communicate to some extent without actually speaking aloud. They were keenly aware of each other’s likes and dislikes. What they didn’t know they figured out within seconds of any given situation. All it had taken for Blade to realize Beau had a thing for Marissa was the meaningful glance they’d exchanged with each other when Beau had introduced them.
As Beau made his way out to the pool, he wondered what he was going to find. Would Marissa be soaking up some sun, or waiting for him in the water like a seductive mermaid? Either way, she would most likely be naked. So he was somewhat surprised when he walked through the archway and found her lying with her backside facing the sun, in a black one piece she must have found in the dressing room attached to the house.
He searched his memory at where the bathing suit had come from before remembering the pool party his sister had thrown there the weekend before. One of her guests had obviously left it behind. He set the tray down as quietly as he could before making his way to Marissa. Is she sleeping? His gaze roamed over her curvy backside. One day he was going to fuck that sweet ass.
“I see you found a suit.” He tried to hide the disappointment in his tone.
She jumped a little and Beau realized he’d scared her. “I hope your girlfriend won’t mind my borrowing it.” She turned her face his way. Their eyes met.
Was she fishing? “I haven’t had a steady girl in a long time, Marissa. I’m on the go a lot and haven’t had the time to develop any relationships. But I do have a younger sister, Josey, and she had a pool party out here last week.”
“What about your brothers? Are they womanless, too?” She smiled and sat up.
“For the time being. Being identical triplets doesn’t mean we don’t have different priorities in life. I guess you can say I’m the workaholic in the group. Building our company and reputation has always been my priority. Blade is a little more laid back. It takes a lot to get a reaction out of him. And Chaz is a charmer. He works his butt off with the rest of us, but his priority is charming the opposite sex into his bed. Variety and fun is his priority.” He held his hand down in a silent request for her to get to her feet. “What about you? Have any siblings?”
Marissa let him pull her to her feet, and followed him to the table where he’d set the tray of drinks and food. “I have a sister, Dani, and a brother in-law, Rob. And they provided me with three nephews. My parents are semi-retired and live in Florida half of the year, New York the other half.”
“So you’re from New York originally?” Beau pulled one of the chairs back for her.
Marissa nodded while reaching for a drink. She took a sip and made a small sound of appreciation. “Saranac Lake. What about your folks, Beau?” She reached for a piece of cheese.
“Retired and living full time in Dallas. They travel a lot.”
“That’s one thing I like about modeling,” Marissa said enthusiastically. “I like seeing new places and meeting new people. And my profession pays for it.”
“Do you ever think about settling down?” Beau reached for a section of peeled orange. “Have a family?”
“Sometimes.” She finished her drink, looking at Beau over the rim of her glass. “I figure I have about ten more years of modeling before I start being passed over for the younger girls. But it would be nice to have someone to come home to after long shoots and modeling assignments, other than an empty condominium. We do get some time off.”
They both reached for the last slice of pineapple at the same time and touched hands, laughed, then drew back. Gazes clinging with the warmth of camaraderie and amusement, Beau reached for the pineapple again. Only he brought it up to Marissa’s lips. She accepted the dripping fruit, opening her mouth so he could slip it inside, then closing her lips over it and his fingers. He slowly withdrew his finger, keeping his eyes on her pretty mouth.
A sliver of fire swept through him at that small, sensuous act. His gaze fell to her ripe breast, which were spilling over in her too-small suit. He felt a stirring in his loins. The Texas sun was beating down on them, he could feel its heat on his shoulders, but it was nothing compared to the slow flame spreading inside him. Heating his blood.
He smiled at Marissa and got to his feet. “I’ve had enough. And that pool looks inviting.” He went to the diving board and dove into the sparkling water. Maybe if he swam a few laps he could think of something other than wanting to fuck Marissa.
Several laps and five minutes later Beau stopped right over the center hump that led to the shallow end where he could reach the bottom of the pool. He ran his hands over his head to get rid of excess water, his gaze searching for Marissa. She was no longer at the table, and she hadn’t returned to the lounge chair. Something caught his eye though, and he realized the black cloth lying over the back of the chair was her suit.
He swung around just in time to see her naked backside disappear into the water at the deep end of the pool. He waited for her to emerge, watching her form through the clear water as she swam from one side to the other in the deep end. Eventually she made her way toward him but remained under water. Beau watched her hair flowing out behind her. He watched her swim right up to him, felt her hands go to the waistband of his swimming trunks, and yank them down.
Chuckling, he kicked them away. But there was nothing funny when her hands glided up the back of his thighs to his butt, pulling him forward so she could swallow his cock. Fuck! The sharp pleasure engulfing him caught him off guard. Just when he started to think that Marissa must be a mermaid because she’d yet come up for air, she shot up out of the water before him.
She gasped and pushed her hair out of her face. Unable to touch bottom where they were, she put her hands on Beau’s shoulders. He could feel her breast brushing against him with the movement of the water. Their legs entwined and he thrust his cock against her, then released her so he could plant his feet on the bottom again. Just when he’d lowered his head to kiss her, she sank beneath the surface and went back to devouring his cock.
Beau had never felt anything like it. He fought to keep his balance against the moving water, giving in to the new feelings rushing through him. Closing his eyes, he clenched his teeth, wondering how long she would be able to hold her breath. Then nothing else mattered but the intense pleasure her mouth was giving his cock. How she wasn’t taking in water was a mystery to him but he wasn’t going to question it. He had faith that she knew what she was doing.
The next time Marissa came up Beau gave her a few seconds to catch her breath before pulling her in for a kiss. He tangled his hand in her hair to hold her close as his other hand caressed her breasts. Beneath the surface of the water, their lower bodies moved against one another with hunger.
Beau wanted Marissa. His cock was tingling like never before and only her tight little pussy would satisfy him. He began to move them toward the steps at the shallow end, with one lusty thought on his mind. And he was damn sure Marissa was thinking the same thing.
They quickly reached the steps, and Beau sank down to his butt, still in the water. Both hands lifted and caressed her heavy breasts, playing with her large, taut nipples. Marissa’s hands moved over Beau with eagerness, touching his chest and abs before traveling down to his cock and balls. He thrust upward, praying he didn’t have to break their heated kiss to tell her what he wanted.
Marissa was the one who pulled away, only to kiss his face, throat, and chest. After tonguing his nipples her kisses took her down his torso to his extended shaft, which was half in and half out of the wa
ter. There was no hesitation as she kissed and lapped at his hard-on noisily, while her hands moved with gentle titillation on his swollen testicles.
Damn, what did I do to deserve such a talented woman?
Beau didn’t know how much more teasing he could take, but he did know that he wanted to be inside Marissa when he came. He let her move her mouth up and down his rigid pole a few more times before forcing her to give it up. She started to protest, until she realized what he was doing when he lifted her. Positioning her pussy above his shaft, she helped guide his hard cock into her creaming depths.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned, shivering with pleasure. Her butt cheeks came to rest against his straining thighs as he buried himself to the hilt.
“Jesus!” Beau rasped out, pushing his hips up. “Don’t let me hurt you, baby,” he couldn’t help adding after his cock head hit something unyielding inside her. Something deep.
Marissa laughed huskily and ground her loins against his, to show him he wasn’t. “A perfect fit,” she breathed, her face twisting with what Beau recognized was pleasure. “Fuck me, Beau! Make me come!”
He moved. She moved, riding his cock slow at first. In this position, Beau was able to play with her breasts. He ran his hands up and down her sides. He let his fingers snake in between their tightly joined bodies so that he could rub her hard clit. Marissa was lost in her own little world, gradually picking up speed until it looked like she was riding the mechanical bull down at Charlie’s Bar.
The faster she moved, the faster he fingered her with one hand and pull at her nipples with the other. They were both breathing hard and the water was churning wildly around them. Moans and groans over rode all other noises. As their pleasure grew, their movements picked up speed until it was obvious that they were side-by-side on the same plateau. Beau’s balls tightened against his body seconds before the cum filling them was finally released. He groaned, his body shuddered, and he spilled his seed deeply inside Marissa’s sweet, convulsing pussy.
She cried out and quivered with her own orgasm. As her pussy tightened around Beau’s cock, she gave in to exhaustion and fell against him, completely out of breath.
Chapter 9
Long moments of silence passed as both Beau and Marissa seemed to be engulfed with their own thoughts. Beau would be an easy man to love. He wasn’t selfish when it came to sex. But whatever was happening between them was happening too fast, and it would take more than a weekend together to figure out where they were going. Marissa had rushed into a relationship once when she was younger, and had learned the hard way that great sex with someone was just that. Great sex.
Only she didn’t want to believe that was all there was between them. For the first time in a long time she yearned for more. What did Beau want? Maybe he wasn’t a one-woman man. One thing was certain, a smart woman would find out before she got in too deep, before she got hurt, and Marissa prided herself on being a smart woman.
She sighed with contentment, listening to Beau’s heart beating beneath her ear as it gradually calmed from their exertions. His breathing was less forceful, too. She didn’t want to move. She enjoyed relaxing naked against Beau, feeling the coolness of the water they were half lying in, and the warm heat of the sun above. The sounds of a working ranch reached them, the noise of people and animals mingling in the distance. But most of all she liked feeling the muscled strength and hardness of Beau’s body against her.
“What are we going to do about this, cowboy?” Marissa said after a while.
“I thought you’d fallen asleep.”
She could hear the smile in his voice. “I could have, easily.” Marissa raised her head to meet his eyes. “For a hard man, you are very comfortable.” Something urged her to lean forward and give his chin a gentle bite. “What about my question? We can’t keep our hands off one another. And we’re, ah, fucking as if we know it’s going to end and we’re trying to get in as much as we can.”
“I take it by this you mean us?”
Marissa nodded. “You figured that out all by yourself. I knew you were a smart man,” she teased. “We have some unfinished business to take care of, too. You were supposed to show me how to defend myself.”
The corners of Beau’s mouth turned up in a smile. “If it were left up to me I know what I would do.” His hands began moving down her body, pausing long enough to squeeze her butt.
“Really, what?” She didn’t want his undying love. She didn’t even want a commitment. All she wanted to know was that he was willing to give it some time to see where things went between them. She would like to know he wasn’t just using her as a sex toy for the weekend, even though she was benefiting from it too.
“Keep you naked and tied to my bed.”
Her heart sank. “Until you grow tired of me?” Marissa braced herself for his answer, but she had to know.
Suddenly she found herself at the receiving end of a scowl. Beau’s eyes narrowed on her with a hardness that was as tangible as a slap, and his hand stilled from caressing her bottom. Marissa had to wonder if she’d hit a nerve with him, or perhaps backed him into a corner.
“Is that what you believe?” His tone was as cold as ice.
Marissa remained quiet. She’d been teasing, kind of, trying to keep the conversation light between them. It was apparent by the change in Beau that he had taken her comment seriously, and didn’t like it.
“Is that the kind of men you like?”
“No!” she was quick to insist.
“When I said I’d keep you naked and tied to my bed it was for purely selfish reasons. Not to use you whenever I feel like it. The truth is, I want you, Marissa. And not just for this weekend.” His sensuous mouth tightened into a white line. “I think we owe it to ourselves to give it some time. To see where this physical attraction leads.”
Marissa found herself grinning. “Calm down, cowboy.” She tried to move up his body to kiss him, but he took hold of her wrists and held them behind her back. “We want the same things.” She gasped and struggled briefly, wiggling helplessly against him. “Don’t you want to kiss me?” she pouted playfully, unbelievably happy that they were on the same page.
His gaze moved over her face and down to her lovely breasts. Being crushed against his chest didn’t keep her nipples from hardening. She slipped her knee between his legs, intent on teasing him.
“Don’t you want to touch me?” she asked softly. He grunted. “Run your hands over my body? Between my legs?” There was no mistaking the awareness flaring in his eyes, yet he seemed determined not to give into Marissa’s playfulness. “Or have I finally worn you out?”
Beau let loose a bark of laughter, and shook his head with resignation. “I knew you were going to be trouble.”
“Then it’s good thing I haven’t disappointed you.” Beau didn’t let her wrists go, but he did lean forward and kiss her. It was short, but no less satisfying.
“So tell me, trouble-what are you thinking about?”
Marissa decided to tell him exactly what she thought. She smiled. “I think we like each other, cowboy. We certainly have sexual chemistry. But we’re both adult enough to know there’s more to a relationship than hot sex.”
“And?”
She shrugged. “Like you said, we owe it to ourselves to give it some time.” Marissa suddenly felt shy. She lowered her gaze. “I’m willing to, ah, wait, and see what develops.”
Beau’s hand moved beneath her chin. A little nudge forced her to raise her face until she met his gaze. “Are you sure that’s what you want? Being tied down to one man? You live a pretty hectic life, you travel a lot.”
“So do you, cowboy.”
He nodded. “Yep.” He kissed Marissa tenderly, one, two, three soft pecks before planting his mouth firmly on hers, taking her lips in a sensuous attack that turned her blood warm. He took all she could give, demanding more. She willingly opened her mouth to his seeking tongue, moaning loudly. When he pulled back, it was way too soon. “So, what now, lady?”
She thought for a moment. “I think we’d better get out of this pool before we turn into prunes.” Beau helped her up.
She didn’t realize he was right behind her until she reached for the towel she’d hung over the back of her lounger. Before she could cover her nudity, his arms came around her, and he took the towel. She swung around and faced him as he opened it and pulled it around her, jerking her against him.
“Maybe it’s a good thing you’re leaving here on Monday. I can’t think of anything else when you’re around.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “What’s your schedule like between now and the Fourth of July?”
That was a month away. Marissa thought for a moment. Kirk handled her schedule and he made all her travel arrangements. He booked her modeling assignments, and limited the information he shared with her so she wouldn’t feel overwhelmed.
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