Wonderland

by Bridget Midway

  Not satisfied with his hands on the outside of her clothes, Cynda raised her dress around her waist. Then she sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

  Reid felt so good in her arms and kissing her, like she knew he would. Their time apart only seemed to enhance his passion.

  He brought his hands up to her breasts and pulled down the top of her dress. Reid broke from the kiss long enough to kiss the tops of each breast before suckling one into his mouth, twirling her hardened nipple with the tip of his skilled tongue.

  Cynda leaned her head back to enjoy the splendor of this man who hadn’t forgotten about her. He hadn’t burned her pictures. He tried protecting her. Now she wished she hadn’t worn this tight-ass dress. She wanted to be out of the garment now.

  She gyrated her hips on top of Reid’s lap and felt how hard he’d gotten. The motion produced a groan from him that she cherished. Cynda rewarded Reid’s enthusiasm with a kiss on his ear that turned into a nibble on his lobe.

  As though he couldn’t get enough of her, Reid brought one hand up to the back of her head to hold her steady. The other hand he used to cup her bare ass thanks to her black lace thong. He snaked his index finger into her lace undergarment to press his finger against her puckered asshole.

  Damn, she had to have this man. Cynda pulled back from him far enough to reach down to his pants to undo them.

  “Wait.” Reid grabbed her wrists.

  Oh no. Had he changed his mind? Did he not want to make love to her after all of this teasing? Was this his payback for her leaving?

  “Not here.” He never broke eye contact with her. “Not on a toilet.”

  Cynda smiled. “Shhh.” She undid his pants and pulled his zipper down. As she fished out his hard, protruding cock, she said, “Enjoy this moment.”

  With one hand she pulled her panties to the side as she hovered over the thick mushroom head of his penis. In one smooth motion, she eased down and impaled herself onto him.

  Heaven. Cynda’s body trembled as she felt him filling her. She planted her booted feet to the floor and started rocking her body back and forth. Reid felt so good, so right. How the hell could she have walked away from him?

  Part of it had to do with what Reid had mentioned earlier about being with a perfect woman. Cynda could not be that woman for him. After this, she didn’t know if she could walk away from him again.

  Neither of them spoke as their bodies moved as one. Reid buried his face into her cleavage, occasionally kissing her breasts.

  Her thighs burned from the motion, but she didn’t care. No way would she stop until they both came.

  Cynda felt Reid’s legs quivering under her. To prompt him, she slid her tongue into his ear. In turn, he reached down between their bodies and rubbed her clit.

  She screamed and bucked on him harder until she froze mid stroke. The orgasm that overtook her body rendered her vulnerable until she could come down.

  Reid held onto Cynda’s body, thrusting himself into her until he came hard. He panted but never let her go.

  “Are you okay?” Cynda stroked her fingers over his bandaged wound on his forehead.

  “I’m not going to lie,” Reid began between pants, “a lot of blood was sacrificed tonight.”

  She laughed.

  “But I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He kissed the side of her face and moved over to her lips.

  Between kisses, Cynda asked, “So do I still have to find another place to stay?”

  Reid regarded her for a moment before he responded. “It depends.”

  “On what?”

  “On what happens after this. I can’t give you up again. You need to tell me now if this is it.”

  Cynda stared into his eyes. She couldn’t lie to him, try as she might. How could she tell him that he wanted a damaged woman?

  “Let’s enjoy the holidays, okay?” She rested her head on his shoulder as he stroked her back.

  “Damn it, Cynda. Just let me in. What aren’t you telling me?”

  To keep from talking right now, she settled into him, holding him around his shoulders. Eventually she would have to tell him, tell him about the surgeries. She owed it to him.

  Chapter Six

  Reid should have gone to sleep after the incredible sex he’d had with Cynda. He couldn’t. He felt like a kid at Christmas, and he wanted to keep playing with his present.

  It took no convincing to get her to stay in his room tonight. Ever the unpredictable one, she refused to sleep in his bed.

  “Sex in a bed is so cliché. Let’s sleep on the rug by the fire.” Before Reid could respond, she’d stripped his bed of its linens and positioned herself on the floor on the white rug in front of the fireplace.

  As the fire crackled, Reid kept his head propped up on his hand as he watched Cynda lying next to him, her back to him.

  “Are you going to keep watching me?” she asked in a slightly sleepy tone but with her eyes closed.

  “Nope.” At his answer, he ducked under the blanket, kissing down her body until he reached the apex of her thighs.

  “What are you doing?” She giggled after her inquiry and became very accommodating.

  Cynda parted her legs, then kicked off the blanket with her feet.

  Cool air met Reid’s back. With the fire and the burning desire he had inside, he didn’t feel the chill.

  Holding onto her thighs, he flicked his tongue over her hardened nub between her slick, smooth nether lips. In response, Cynda sucked air between her teeth and arched her back.

  “Oh, that feels so good.”

  Reid felt her hand on his head, her fingers rustling through his hair. As soon as he dipped his tongue inside of her sweet pussy, she fisted his hair.

  The sting in his scalp could be tolerated as long as he could keep pleasuring this woman for more than just one night or even for the holidays. Reid tried pushing out of his mind the fact that when he’d asked Cynda point-blank if she would stay in Colorado that she didn’t truly answer him. So he had to do everything in his power to keep her there.

  Reid licked her from her anus up to her clit in one slow swipe. Cynda arched her back off the floor. Her body writhed in unbridled ecstasy. The more she moved and moaned, the more Reid’s cock engorged.

  He couldn’t stop teasing her, tasting her. Just as he remembered, she tasted both sweet and salty like his own personal margarita.

  Reid dipped his tongue inside of her, pushing through the cream she offered. He almost came himself just hearing her call out his name. Cynda pulled his hair, and he loved it.

  He knew what she wanted. He covered her hardened clit in his mouth and sucked it.

  “Oh God, Reid! Reid! Reid! Yes!”

  As soon as she came with a scream, Reid moved his body over hers. Holding the base of his erection, he moved the tip up and down between her pussy lips before sliding himself inside. The warmth that welcomed him drove him crazy. He could stay inside her forever.

  Cynda wrapped her arms around Reid’s neck and pulled him down to her. In that position, he couldn’t help but smother her lips with his. He wanted her to taste her own juices on his mouth. From her moans, she must have liked the offering.

  With a hard nudge, Cynda pushed Reid onto his side and kept him rolling until she got him on his back. She positioned herself on top. As her hands rested on his chest, her body undulated, moving him in and out of her wetness.

  He palmed her full breasts. “Don’t stop.”

  Those two words prompted her to move even more. A sheen of sweat covered her body. To his surprise, not only did Cynda opt to keep her red wig on, but it stayed on her head every time they had sex.

  As he suspected, the addition of the wig brought a new level of play. The wig let him fantasize that he had sex with another woman instead of Cynda. Maybe Cynda felt that way. Maybe she wanted to be a different woman. Too bad he liked the original.

  Reid jackknifed his body to a sitting position and cupped Cynda’s ass, guiding her until the
y both came hard.

  Still panting, Cynda said, “Maybe you can call in sick today. You and I can—”

  “Can what?” He pressed his lips against her chest, then he licked her neck up to her chin.

  She tasted of rosewater. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  Cynda pushed his shoulders back down to the floor and hovered her body over his. “Stay here and do whatever.”

  He held onto her thighs. Reid loved touching her soft, velvety skin.

  “What? And have sex on other floors?” He laughed. “And there are countertops and coffee tables.”

  “And don’t forget walls.” She winked.

  Reid sighed. “You know I would love to spend a day with you alone here, but—”

  “I know.” Cynda kissed the tip of his nose. “I know how important this Holiday Hearts event is to you. I promised I wouldn’t do anything to ruin it for you, and I mean that. I know what this job means to you.”

  Her Mona Lisa smile couldn’t disguise how Cynda truly felt. Reid propped his upper body up on his elbows.

  “You’re just as important.”

  “Just not important enough to leave all this and come with me, right?”

  Just as Reid opened his mouth to refute her charge, she stopped him with a query.

  “What if you were dying? Would you really want to work on your last day?”

  He stared at for a while, examining her expression that he could see from the flickering flame. Her shell that she kept around her heart started to crack.

  “Babe, are you saying—”

  “It’s a simple enough question.” She glanced to the side and laughed.

  Cynda must have looked at his clock by his bed.

  She continued. “I guess the Mayans had it all wrong. We made it past their doomsday date. The world can rest easier.” She stood, slipping him out of her tightness. “To be honest, one of the main reasons I made the trip here to see you is because if the world did end, I wanted to be with someone I cared about.”

  The confession hurt Reid although he knew he should have taken it as a compliment. As usual, the world found Reid to be Mr. Reliable. He would be exactly where he needed to be even if the earth ended. Damn it, he’d become that old, pitiful dog sitting at the window for its master.

  For once, though, he chose to see the positive in her declaration. Loyalty didn’t mean boring. He had to remember that she wanted to see him.

  After a deep breath, he said, “So what you’re saying is that if the world ended, you wanted to be with me.”

  Cynda stood silent until she nodded.

  Reid struggled to his feet and approached her. “Let’s take a bath.”

  * * * *

  The last thing Cynda thought Reid would offer would be a bath. She thought he would have pressed her on the Mayan calendar revelation, or why every time they have sex she wanted to be on top.

  Reid ran a steamy bathtub full of water, got inside, then helped her inside. Once together in the tub, Cynda pressed her back against Reid’s chest and settled on his lap.

  “Why did you laugh when I said I wanted to run the marketing here?” Reid asked.

  Cynda wanted to slap her own face for laughing. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry.”

  “But why did you laugh?” He moved his hand up and down her arm.

  “To do marketing, you have to be a bit on the cutting edge. Let’s face it. You’re adorably conservative, which works for you. You’re reliable.”

  And there was that word again, used for him like a joke, like an insult.

  “Just call me Ol’ Yeller.” Reid shook his head. “Just say it. I’m boring.”

  Cynda turned her face to look in the eyes of the man who just rocked her world. “Honey, you are definitely not boring. That I can promise you.” Before settling back into her position, she licked his upper lip, then pressed her lips against his. “Despite the few things you’ve seen on TV and in the tabloids, I’m not as exciting as people think.”

  “Honey, who do you think you’re fooling? You used to collect snapping turtles out of the woods, picking them up with your bare hands like some alligator wrestler. Josie may call me Monkey, but you always climbed higher on the trees than me. You’re fearless.” Reid rubbed his slick hands over her arms.

  “Fearless, huh? Then why am I afraid of a phone call?” Her heart pounded just thinking about her crucial next step.

  “What? To your dad?”

  She smiled. “I forgot you know me so well already.” Cynda rested her hands on his muscled thighs. “Besides him.” After a deep breath she blurted, “I’m trying to start my own resort business.”

  Silence hung in the bathroom until Reid moved so he could gain eye contact with her. In that position, she knew she couldn’t lie to him.

  “Say that again.” Reid stared at her.

  “I want to start my own resort and call it Cyn’s Hideaway.” Now that she confessed it to someone, it sounded so real. “I would offer yoga and Pilates classes. There would be art and cooking classes. People could just come there and be themselves.”

  “Except you.”

  She blinked and reared her head back. “What do you mean?”

  “That doesn’t sound like you. Since when do you want a business that keeps you grounded? And please don’t tell me this Mayan calendar bullshit prompted you.”

  “Honestly, that was part of it. I wanted to leave my mark somewhere if we did make it to December twenty-second. My friend Edwin has been calling me about giving me advice on starting a business, but I’ve been avoiding his calls.”

  At that statement, Reid eased himself from under her and moved to the side. “So you want to start a business, a resort business at that, and you don’t ask me, a man who’s been running a resort for the last seven years while you traipsed around the world, or your parents, who have built their empire on building and running resorts?”

  Cynda stared into Reid’s steadily reddening face. She had exposed so much of herself right now. She couldn’t tell him much more. Not yet.

  Reid glanced at something behind her. “As much as I want to sit in this tub with you, I do have to get ready to go to work.”

  Cynda pouted. “Now?” She reached for him, but he moved away from her.

  “Save it for tonight.” He kept his gaze from her, and that hurt.

  “Baby, we may not get tonight.” She attempted to get his attention, but he headed to the glass shower stall in the corner of the bathroom and ducked inside.

  Not one to ignore a challenge, Cynda got out of the tub and joined him.

  “What are you doing?” Reid turned his back on the streaming water to block it from getting to Cynda.

  “Taking a meeting with an expert in the resort field.” She smiled to get him back on her side. “You’re right. I should have come to you.”

  “Then why didn’t you?”

  She took a deep breath. “That’s a lot to lay on you first thing in the morning. Can we talk about it later?”

  He nodded. “We can do that.”

  “Good.” She reached down and grabbed his shaft. “Now since you didn’t want my food—”

  He laughed.

  “I can send you off in a different way.”

  Cynda drew her hand up to his thick tip. It didn’t take long before she felt him pulsating in her hand.

  As she fisted his cock faster, Reid put his hands on her shoulders like he wanted to steady himself. She felt his body tremble. He closed his eyes as water dripped down his body.

  Reid snapped his eyes open as soon as Cynda started to lower herself to her knees.

  “Oh no, baby.” He pulled her back up, then grabbed her wrist. “I want something to look forward to after a long day.” He kissed her then pulled her against him. “But you, sweetheart, are not excluded.”

  Reid turned her around so that her back pressed against him. Cynda had no problem with this position. If she had to go, she still could escape.

  With one arm arou
nd her waist, Reid used his free hand to cup her breast. As he circled her nipple with his thumb, he pressed his lips against her shoulder and the back of her neck.

  Cynda closed her eyes and moaned at this treatment. Damn, did he really have to go to work?

  Reid moved his hand down from her breast to between her thighs. Her body shook in anticipation of his touch. She obliged him by spreading her legs as much as she could.

  Reid slid his fingers up and down her puffy and parted labia. When he moved his fingers up to the top, he used one fingertip to circle her clit. Her body twitched with each pass. He further drew her crazy by whispering in her ear.

  “I can’t wait to get you tonight.” He licked the shell of her ear. “I’ll eat your pussy again, slower this time to enjoy it, savor it. Then I’ll fuck you hard.”

  To hear Reid talk like this to her made every hair on her body stand on end. She braced her hands on the shower stall wall, unable to hold her body up from this exquisite treatment.

  “Do you want that, Cynda?” As he asked the question, he moved his middle digit inside of her.

  Unable to speak, Cynda simply nodded.

  “Say it. Say my name.”

  “Yes, yes, oh God, yes, Reid.” She ground her pussy on his hand until he slipped a second finger inside her. Then her body froze.

  His hard and even thrusts pushed her over the edge until the climax came as a welcome relief.

  “Maybe we should just stay in today.” Reid slipped his fingers from her pussy and pressed his lips against hers.

  Cynda started to agree with him when she heard the distinctive whistling song from the movie Kill Bill sound out in the bathroom and through the shower door.

  “Something must be wrong.” Reid gave her another quick peck before opening the stall door and grabbing a nearby towel. “No one ever calls me this early in the morning.” He shuffled his feet over the rug by the shower before running over to his discarded pants on the floor.

  She had to thank whoever called him. Seeing Reid’s swimmer-like body slick with water had her salivating again. She never noticed until now what a firm ass he had.

  Before he answered the call he said, “Stop staring at my ass.”