by Gina Gordon
“One-track mind.” She chuckled.
“Can’t help it. You forced me into a room with a bunch of women wearing tight clothes and sticking their asses in the air.” He stepped closer and wrapped one arm around her body, pulling her close. He smelled of sweat. A musky smell of man. “I especially enjoyed watching your ass.”
“I knew you’d like yoga.”
He dipped his head as if to kiss her, but she turned away.
“Not here.” She scanned the hall and rooms around them. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” Amie didn’t get many days where she didn’t have to work. And on those rare occasions, she made the most of it.
They made a pit stop at the grocery store and bought the fixings for a picnic and some bottled water. She booted onto the highway, traveling north until it ended. Subdivisions were few and far between the farther they traveled until nothing but farm land and forest sat on either side of them.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” he asked. “I hope nowhere public, because I’m sweaty and–”
“There won’t be anyone around.” She looked over at him, his eyes squinting in the bright sun. “I promise.” Amie turned left off the main road and drove the short distance to the park.
“Are we hiking?”
“Not quite.” She parked the car in the large open space covered in gravel. Only one other car sat in the lot. Perfect. “This is my favorite place. Forks of the Credit River.” She pulled the keys out of the ignition. “Come on.” Amie transferred the food and water into Milton’s duffle bag, then locked up the car.
“I like to come here on my days off.” Amie lifted her black sunglasses off her face and rested them on her head. She scanned the park, green trees and bush surrounded them. There was a slight breeze, perfect for a leisurely walk through nature.
Milton pulled the strap of the duffle bag over his head and held it off to the side.
“Follow me. We’re going to my favorite spot.” It was a little too hot, but she took his hand anyway. Loving the feel of his skin against hers, loving the way their hands fit perfectly together.
She knew this was crazy. This was her sacred spot and she didn’t have a second thought at bringing him here. What did that say? Now wasn’t the time to analyze.
They walked twenty minutes through bush, over a few wooden bridges and down a set of wood stairs. The closer they got the louder the rush of water echoed around them. She stopped at the small hole in the vegetation and looked down. There was her rock. The water rushed across the river, white and frothy against it. “We’re going down there.” She pointed.
“Really? Where are the stairs?”
“No stairs. We climb down this hill.”
“You really are wild, aren’t you?”
She knew he wouldn’t object to a little physical exertion.
“Let me go first.” Milton pushed past her and surveyed the hill, his biceps flexing as he gripped the strap of the duffle bag.
“Maybe I should go first. I’ve done this a hundred times.” Amie looked back at him, and he stared at her with an expression of revolt.
Milton bent and stepped over the edge of the formation. He eased his way down the hill, using the rocks that jutted out from the dirt as his path.
Amie followed. When she was halfway she stopped just to make sure he wasn’t having trouble and caught him staring up at her, her ass rather. She smiled and continued. “Let’s go, Campbell. Staring at my ass isn’t going to get you down the hill.”
“But it’s such a nice view.” She heard his heavy footing as he jumped. He had made it safely. Amie jumped onto the rock and took a deep breath. The air was so fresh up here. They were only forty-five minutes away from the city, but it was like they were in a different world.
“I can see why you like it here. It’s beautiful.” Milton sat the duffle bag on the rock and sat down. “Do you mind if we eat? I’m starving.” He looked up, a little boy face staring back at her.
“I’m hungry too.”
The banter didn’t stop as they ate their lunch. “Tell me how the great love affairs of our friends came to be,” Milton requested.
Amie laughed then took a sip of water. “Carrie and Aleks were inevitable. Ever since I’ve known her it was obvious that she was completely in love with him. Aleks not so much. But of course, match-maker Amie got her hands on Aleks’s spirit and worked her magic.”
“What? What do you mean his ‘spirit’?”
“I needed guinea pigs to practice on last year while I worked toward getting my Reiki Master designation. I forced Aleks to do it knowing that I could help set his mind straight. That boy was messed up big time, but he finally saw the light.”
“And what about Rob and Martina?”
“They ended up in bed together within hours of meeting each other.” Amie put down her sandwich and rubbed her hands together to get rid of any crumbs. “What was supposed to be a short-term fling turned into forever.” Amie looked at Milton. Those words resonated with him just as much as they did her. She could see it in his eyes. They were short-term. But there was no way this was turning into forever.
“I always had better willpower than Rob. I’m sure I won’t renege on my end of the deal.” Milton laughed, but it was forced.
“Right. I’m supposed to hate you, remember?” They both looked away and sat in silence. You hate him. His life goes against everything you stand for.
Milton broke the silence. “This is your favorite thing to do on your day off?”
“Wouldn’t you come here as often as you could? It’s my sanctuary.”
“I’m honored you’d bring me here.” They made eye contact and Amie felt the heat in his stare.
“What’s your favorite thing to do on your day off?”
“I don’t get a day off.” He laid back and lifted his arms, clasping them behind his head. “But if I had to choose, it’s been too long since I’ve played baseball.” He stared into the sun. “I was on the team in University, a pitcher.”
“I can picture that.” The image of Milton in a baseball uniform. The white pants hugging his perfect bottom. His forearms, strong and flexing, his bicep peeking out from under his shirt sleeve. “It’s a good thing you met me, Campbell, because you have a very uneventful life.”
“Is that so?” He turned his head toward her.
Amie moved the items between them and slid closer to his body. She rested her palm against his chest. Her hand rose and fell with his steady breathing. She moved her hand down, over his stomach toward the waistband of his shorts. “Now about that reward…”
“Here,” he squeaked. He looked from side to side then up, surveying their surroundings.
She slid her hand over his cock, his nervousness of being in public obviously not affecting his level of desire. She grabbed on to the hard shaft and rubbed. He groaned, letting his head fall back.
Amie worked her hand under his waistband. Lifting one leg up and over his body she straddled him, easing his shorts down just enough to release his erection.
“A–”
She enveloped his length in one huge swallow. His hands fumbled behind him as he leaned back for support. He groaned. Long and loud. She slid her mouth up and down his cock, working it with her tongue then using the slickness to pump her hand.
“Christ,” he roared. “You feel so good.”
His hand found the top of her head and he grabbed on to her hair, wrapping it around his fingers then into a fist. Milton slowed her movements. She snaked her hands under his t-shirt, rubbing across his chest as he guided her up and down his cock.
With every push of her head down his pelvis came up to meet her mouth. He pumped faster, his hand pushing harder as he fucked her mouth hard. Amie grabbed on to his thighs and let him control the actions. She clamped her thighs together, the moist fabric of her thong rubbing against her core.
With barely a notice, he took control of the situation. Made it all a
bout him. Amie moaned around his cock. He slowed his actions, letting her catch her breath. She used her tongue to circle and twist around his tip while one hand came up to pump his shaft.
“Faster,” he whispered. “Yes. I…” With one final thrust of his pelvis his body shook. Hot jets of his seed hit the back of her throat. Amie pulled on his cock, coaxing out every ounce of his cum.
When he relaxed against the rock she teased the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. His body tensed. She knew the sensitivity was magnified now that he had experienced release.
Milton grabbed her hair and pulled her up, spreading her body across his chest, and smashed his lips against hers. His tongue searched out her mouth, caressing every inch of her warmth. She moaned and rolled with him when he pushed her over to position himself on top.
“Is this what I can expect from you every day?”
“I have a few things up my sleeve.”
Milton kissed her again. “I don’t have any condoms,” he whispered against her lips, his hand wiggling under her shirt and rubbing at her breast.
“We have plenty of time to worry about that. Let’s just enjoy the rest of the day.” She kissed him again, a quick peck, and they snuggled together on the rock.
“Exactly how many men have your brought here to ravage in public, Woods?”
She thought to lie, but what good would that do? Keep up your end of the bargain. But she found the truth fell too easily from her lips. “None.” She sighed into his chest. “I haven’t brought anyone here.”
Milton hugged her closer. They laid in silence, listening to the birds chirp and the water rush around them. If they were going to keep things light, she was going to have to maintain a bit of distance. Who said anything about their sexual encounters being face to face?
Chapter 8
Milton heard the gravel crackle as a black compact car approached with a rental car company plate around the license. His sister emerged from the driver’s side and walked around to the back door. A flash of blond hair barreled toward him.
“Uncle Milty!”
Milton jogged to meet his niece Alexandria, and picked her up, hugging her tight. He hadn’t realized how much he missed his family until this very moment.
“Ladybug. I’ve missed you.” He squeezed her even tighter.
“Uncle Milty! You’re hurting me,” she whined.
Milton eased his grip. “Sorry, bug. I just missed you a lot.”
“Me too!” Alexandria rubbed the tip of her nose against his in an up and down motion.
“I needed that, bug. I was almost out of love. I think I should have enough now to last me until I see you again.”
“Let Uncle Milton breathe, Alexandria.” The soft voice traveled from behind his niece. Marilyn Campbell approached them, she moved with a smooth stride despite her tall, lanky frame.
“Hey, sis. What are you doing here?”
“We missed you.”
“I haven’t even been gone a week.”
“What can I say, I like you in my life.” She hugged him tight with one arm. “Found yourself a life yet, Milton?”
Milton rested Alexandria on her feet. “Bug, why don’t you go inside the trailer. I have a present I was going to give you when I got home, but you can have it now. It’s in the bottom drawer of the desk.”
“Yes!” Alex clenched her fist and pulled her arm down in celebration. “I love presents.”
Milton waited until the little one was inside before he addressed his sister. “What does that mean? You’ve been here two minutes and already you’re starting.”
“I need to make up for lost time.” Marilyn grabbed his face with her hands.
“Always the big sister.”
“You look different.” She inspected his face, moved her hands to his shoulders, then gripped his biceps. She pushed him back and looked him up and down. “What’s going on out here?”
“What?”
“Where’s the permanent clench of your forehead muscles?” She pinched him at the top of his nose between his eyes. “Where’s the permanent tightness in your shoulders?”
“I’ve been hanging out with Aleks and Rob.”
“Hmm…mmm.”
Hiding things from his sister had always been a little difficult, but there was no way she would guess that he had met a woman who was using him as a sexual play thing.
“You like it here.”
Before Milton had a chance to answer, Alexandria swung open the trailer door. “Mommy, look. I got a pink hat.” She emerged wearing the pink hard hat Milton had bought for her. If she was going to be hanging around development sites, safety first.
“Very nice, bug. Thank Uncle Milton.”
“Thank you?” Alexandria said. “He knows.”
His sister grunted. “You buy her too much stuff. She doesn’t even think she has to say thank you.”
“As long as she knows that only works with me, what’s the big deal?”
She didn’t have a comeback for him.
“Come on.” Milton slung his arm around Marilyn’s shoulder. “I’ll arrange for some lunch.”
Half a sandwich later, Milton’s BlackBerry buzzed on his desk.
His sister droned on about the latest drama with their father. “Dad’s as cranky as ever. Refusing to let the nurses give him his needles and meds. The agency was about ready to tell us to keep our money.” Although their father was still very active, insulin and medication had become a big part of his life the last couple of years.
“What a crotchety old man. You would think that young, beautiful women visiting him on a regular basis would make him happy.”
“They weren’t all young and beautiful,” she said.
Milton picked up his phone and clicked the middle button to wake up the screen. The text icon displayed the little red star, indicating he had a new text message.
He casually clicked on the icon while his sister continued to talk. He didn’t have to click on the highlighted line that read Amie Woods. Two words stared back at him.
I’m horny
An immediate throb of pleasure shot to his groin, and Milton felt a smile spread across his face. He wouldn’t text her back. Now wasn’t the time. There were so many dirty things he would like to say to Amie but not with his sister and niece in the room.
“Do you have any ideas?”
His sister’s question brought him out of his fantasy. Ideas? He had plenty of ideas, and they all involved Amie naked.
His phone buzzed a second time.
I’m naked
“Milton!” The angry, frustrated tone of his sister’s voice caught his attention.
“Lynnie, just find another agency.”
“It’s not that simple.”
Milton’s phone buzzed again.
Be in your hotel room at 2:30
She loved giving orders. And he loved taking them. At least from her. But that meant he would have to leave work early. And what about his sister?
“How long are you staying in town, Lynnie?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“Then you’ll be here tomorrow. Good.” No matter how much it killed him to leave, he could only imagine what Amie would have in store for him.
“What are you smiling at?” Again, his sister’s question yanked him out of his dirty daydream.
“Nothing.”
“Who’s texting you?”
“Just the foreman.”
“The foreman puts a smile on your face like that?”
“It was a joke.”
“Mommy?” the little voice called from the couch.
Marilyn gave him a look–a look that told him she didn’t believe a word he said.
“Yes, bug.”
Alexandria looked up from her coloring book, her markers littering the small table. “Can I have some cookies?”
“We don’t have any cookies, bug.”
“Yes. Uncle Milton has cookies in his drawer.”
“Snitch.” T
he nosy little girl had found his stash.
Marilyn nodded, letting Milton know he could dish out the treats. He returned to his desk just as his phone buzzed. His eyes shot to his sister. It was the wrong move. They both lunged for the phone at the same time, but Marilyn was too quick. She jumped up from the chair and Milton followed around the desk. She turned her back, trying to block him from grabbing at the phone. His arms wrapped around her from behind, but Marilyn held it too close to her chest.
“Who’s Amie Woods? Foreman my…” Her words trailed off, then she gasped. “Milton Campbell! You’re sexting.”
Milton tried to grab at the phone again but she twisted back and forth, preventing him from getting a good grip on her hands.
“These are so dirty. I want–”
“There’s a bug in the room.” Milton stopped her from reading out loud.
His sister finally stopped squirming. “I can’t believe you are sexting.”
“Technically she is sexting. I haven’t responded.”
“Why not? Are you not into her?”
“No, I’m into her, it’s just a little awkward with you in the room.”
“Right. Gross.”
“What’s all the ruckus in here?” The trailer door swung open, and the bright afternoon sun filtered inside. Sam Walsh, Milton’s foreman, sauntered into the small space. He removed his hard hat as soon as he noticed Marilyn.
“My sister thinks we’re twelve years old again.” Milton jumped at the opportunity to catch her off guard. Although it was a little too easy to steal back his phone. Marilyn stared at Sam, and if Milton didn’t already know she had no interest in dating, he might have thought she liked him.
“Sam, this is my sister Marilyn, and over there is the little bug.”
“Alexandria, Uncle Milton.”
“Nice to meet you, Alexandria,” Sam said as he stepped in further.
“Marilyn, this is Sam, my foreman.”
Marilyn looked a little stunned. Her eyes hadn’t left Sam’s direction since the moment he walked in.
“Marilyn?”
“Right. Hi.” She extended her hand.
“It’s lovely to meet you.”
Ick! Lovely? Their hands held–although the action of shaking up and down had slowed–just a little longer than appropriate. Sam was the one who let go first.
