“Nick,” I whisper. He appears around the corner from the kitchen, looking surprised to see me. “Sorry, I didn't mean to just let myself in, but I didn’t want to wake the kids.”
“It’s okay,” he says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out. “I mean, I was going to give you this tomorrow, but I guess now is a good time, too.”
I glance down as he places something small in my hand. It’s a key. My heart races, because it's so sweet. I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I lean in and kiss him slowly on the lips.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
“I was worried it might be too much too soon, but I figured it was worth the risk for convenience sake.” He smiles as I kiss him again. “So, you’re not angry with me?”
I shake my head. “I was never angry with you. Just a little bit shocked and maybe frustrated at the situation.”
He nods. “I guess that's understandable. For what it’s worth, I am sorry. I’m as bummed about this as you are. I really wanted this to be nice relaxing getaway for us, but it's turning into a nightmare.”
“Speaking of nightmare, can I add one more person into the mix?” I grin.
“Should I be jealous?” he asks, narrowing his eyes playfully.
“Kayla, you dag.” I laugh.
Nick chuckles. “You want to invite Kayla? Isn’t that asking for trouble?”
“No, I just think that if you and I are on the verge of getting caught or something, she could be very handy in providing a distraction.”
Nick smiles. “Well, if there's one thing she does well, it's distract. Yeah, sure. Why the hell not?” he says. He toys with the top button on my shirt. “So…are you going to be here for a little while yet?”
“I guess.” I grin. “Did you have something in mind?” I add, raising my eyebrows.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. “I can probably think of a thing or two that we could get up to.”
He takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. Once inside, I close the door and let him lead me to his bed. “How about I show you what I have in mind?” he murmurs. He unbuttons my shirt, then slides it from my shoulders, winding his hands around my bare waist. I grin, arching my back as he touches me.
Meanwhile, all I think about is what Kayla said. I know she's right. I’m going to have to sleep with them eventually. Maybe I should just get it out of the way. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? I hear the shredding of that paper again, and I flinch.
“Where did you go just then?” he asks.
“Sorry,” I mumble, flustered. “I was just thinking.”
He frowns at me, then touches my cheek. “No pressure, Anna. We don't have to—”
I cut him off by kissing him, then I take a deep breath and lean forward. Unbuttoning his jeans, I lock my eyes on his. “We have to do it eventually, right? I just have one request.”
“Anything,” he murmurs as I slide my hands around his cock.
“Please be gentle with me, okay?” I whisper.
He pushes me back on the bed, stroking his hands through my hair. I gasp as he reaches underneath my skirt and pushes aside my panties. He slides a finger along my entrance, making me squirm. He’s winding me up, but he didn’t need to because I'm so wet already. He chuckles and then lifts my shirt over my head and threads my arms free. I grin as he places his mouth over my nipple, sucking, while his finger continues to explore me.
I can't handle it anymore. Everything he does feels incredible. He reaches over to his nightstand and retrieves a condom. When he goes to roll it on, I stop him and take it from him. I kiss him, pressing my lips against his, as I gently ease the rubber over his shaft. He groans as I slide my fingers up and down his length.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, concern lacing his voice. “We can wait as long as you need to.”
I shake my head. Everything hinges on this moment. The anticipation is killing me, and I’m so turned on, but most of all, I just need to get this over with. My heart races as he inches my legs apart.
“Oh,” I gasp, my eyes widening as he gently pushes himself inside me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, tenderly kissing my lips. I nod, my heart racing.
He nods, resting his arms on either side of my head as he finds his rhythm. He rocks against me, back and forth, barely penetrating me, but pushing enough of his cock inside me to make me jump. My heart pounds as I wrap my legs around his hips. How the hell am I going to handle the whole thing?
“Let’s try it this way,” he murmurs, sensing my hesitation.
He flips me over with next to no warning, so he’s underneath me, and I’m on top. I stare down at him, my eyes wide. I would’ve thought me being on top would be worse. He lets out a sigh, his hands creeping up over my naked stomach as I perch myself on his tip. My heart races and I clench my thighs. It’s like I’m frozen in mid-air, too scared to let myself slide down on his cock in case he impales me.
“You look terrified,” he observes, stoking my hand.
I nod because that’s all I can manage to do.
“Have I hurt you?” he murmurs, sounding concerned. I shake my head. I’m not sure he’s been in far enough to have hurt me. “Just relax,” he coaxes me. “You’re so damn tense. Here.” He takes my hands. I gasp as he pulls me onto his face, so my pussy is at his mouth. “Let me relax you.”
I whimper, my hands shaking as he slides his tongue inside me. Oh, god. Fuck, is that relaxing. He teases me with the tip of his tongue, circling it around my clit while I gently rock against his face. I can almost feel the anxiety leaving my body, and when his fingers find my nipples, and he rolls them between his fingers, I’m on the verge of exploding.
“Now,” he mutters. “Don’t think about it. Just do it.”
I shift back off his face and slide down to his cock, with his help. I close my eyes and just let myself go. I groan as he slides inside me, while he gently bucks his hips, rocking against my rhythm. Every now and then I worry he’s going too deep, but then he hits a new spot that makes me squirm.
Slowly, I forget about how big he is and lose myself in the moment. I speed up, riding him harder, resting my hands on his stomach. I gasp, my muscles contracting around his length, intensifying how tight it feels with him inside me. I close my eyes, so close to climaxing, but not ready to let this be over.
Opening my eyes, I look at him. His eyes are on me, and he’s smiling.
“I have the best view,” he mutters, massaging my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers as I groan. “Watching you ride me like this is beyond anything I could’ve imagined,” he growls.
“Come with me,” he mutters, taking my hand. I rock back and forth against him, harder and harder until my body can’t take any more. Every part of my body trembles as I begin to lose control. Gasping, I clench my thighs around his cock, my heart racing.
Holy fucking fuck!
I arch my back and cry out, my body jolting, as I come. My body spasms as my orgasm jolts through me. I collapse on top of him while he’s still inside me, my lips finding his as he comes. He growls, his grip on my waist tightening as he releases inside me. I groan, my pussy throbbing as I gently grind myself against him, until I’m no longer in control of my body.
“Wow,” I whisper. I’m hot and cold and feeling forty different emotions as I ease myself off him. He pulls me into his arms, kissing my shoulder as I lay on the bed.
“‘Wow’ doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he mutters. He kisses his way up my neck, then tilts my face toward him. “God, Anna, what are you doing to me?”
Chapter Twelve
Nick
“Jesus, Nick. It’s a lot bigger than I was expecting,” Dan comments.
Kayla giggles. “I bet he’s used to hearing that,” she cracks.
Both Anna and I shoot her a glare at the same time, then our eyes meet. I smile at her, and she grins back. If the situation weren’t so dire, I’d probably find this whole thing
pretty funny.
We load the last of our stuff onto the boat while I look around at the faces, each one telling a different story. I start with Anna. Out of everyone, she looks the least relaxed. Dan looks way too excited. His girlfriend, Mandy, just looks bored, like she had a much better week planned than spending it with us. And then there’s Kayla, who I’m sure is only here in hopes that everything blows up.
And I’m pretty sure it will.
“I guess we’re set, then,” I grin.
I nod at the captain, then I stand next to Anna, taking the chance to be alone with her while I can. I had to admit the boat was impressive. I stare up at the three levels and thank God that I don’t have to drive this thing. Hiring the captain to drive us cost me a packet, but there was no way I was going to enjoy myself if I had to spend the entire trip trying to figure out how to move this thing. Not that that wouldn't have been a bad excuse to get away from things if they got too bad, which was bound to happen.
The kids have run off to watch the water kick out from under the motor as we take off, and Dan and Mandy have gone to explore the boat. Kayla pretends to be busy checking out how sturdily the railing is at the front of the boat, but every few seconds she sneaks a glance in our direction.
“Could your friend be any more obvious?” I murmur to Anna.
She rolls her eyes and laughs. “We are talking about Kayla, right?”
“Good point.” I wince. This is probably Kayla’s idea of subtle.
“So… How are you feeling?” I ask her.
“Fine,” she says, forcing a smile. I laugh because she looks like she’s about to throw up.
“You sure about that?” I ask. “If you’re worried about your dad, try not to be. He won’t find out.”
“It’s not that.” She makes a face and takes a deep breath. “I kind of have this unnatural fear of boats,” she whispers. I stare at her and then laugh.
“Are you kidding me?” I ask her. She decides to tell me this now?
“Nope. Not kidding,” she says, shaking her head.
“Why the hell wouldn't you tell me that when I told you I was hiring it?” I ask. I only went with a houseboat because I thought it could be fun for the kids and romantic for us.
“Because you were so excited about it,” she mumbles. “Like when my dad used to take me camping. Besides, it's too late now. I'll be fine. I'll just get a little sick if it gets too rough.”
“Unless it's in the bedroom, then you’ll be fine, hey?” Kayla chuckles from behind us. I groan while Anna hides a smile. I knew she was listening.
“Dad, come look at this,” Max says excitedly. I smile and walk up to the end where the kids are laughing as they watch the water spill out from the propellers.
“Having fun?” I ask him.
“Yeah,” he says with a smile. “But when can we start fishing?” he asks.
“How about we get out of the lake first?” I suggest with a grin.
He makes a face but seems to be okay with that idea. I watch as he goes back to join his sister, then I wander over to where the rest of the adults have gathered, near the entry into the living quarters.
“So, where are the rooms?” Dan asks, rubbing his hands together.
“Two up top and two down the bottom,” I explain. “The kitchen and a living area are on the middle level.”
“Okay, so why don't Dan, Mandy, and I take the two bedrooms up top, and Nick and the kids can have one room, and Anna can have the other?” Kayla suggests.
Everyone seems okay with that, and I have to admit, Kayla is already showing her worth. It wasn't exactly an arrangement that Anna or I could’ve suggested without arousing suspicion.
“Sounds good to me,” Dan says, hoisting his luggage onto his shoulders. “I’ll take all this up now, and then we can get onto some fishing.”
Ten minutes later, everyone is unpacked, the boat has moved out onto clear water, and we’re ready to catch some fish. Max jumps around excitedly, while Milly looks horrified at the idea of killing fish.
“Anna, remember the last time we went fishing?” Dan chuckles.
Anna rolls her eyes. “Yeah, if I recall correctly, I caught ten, and you caught…wait, how many did you catch again, Dad?” she asks sweetly.
Dan chuckles. “That would be a big fat zero. What?” he protests. “You were fifteen, and I wanted to boost your confidence.”
I laugh and sit down on the bench seat circling the front of the boat, helping Max thread his line.
“Let's see if we can improve on that today, hey?” I joke while Dan scowls at me. I finish helping Max set up his line, while Milly watches from a safe distance with her nose screwed up. Touching fish is yucky and killing them is cruel, so I was pretty sure Mills would be having no part of this. Once Max is set, I work on my own rod. The mood quickly changes to somber, because everyone is concentrating so hard on catching something.
I take that moment to watch Anna, impressed at how expertly she handles her rod. Almost as well as she handles mine. Her soft hands glide up and down the handle, her fingers gently turning the reel. Before I know it, I've managed to get myself in a bind when my pants begin to constrict. I groan internally. This is not what I need right now. I quickly sit down to hide my erection. Dan glances over at me, his eyes narrowing.
“Taking a break already, Nick?” he chuckles. “Maybe you need to work on your stamina.”
“No point standing there waiting for fish to jump on the line,” I retort. “And my stamina is just fine, thanks for asking.” Ask your daughter if you want proof. A few seconds of eye contact with him and there is nothing about me that is hard anymore. I stand up, stretch, and then walk back over to my line.
Kayla and Mandy watch from the side with Milly, neither of them wanting to get their fingers dirty, either. I couldn’t think of anything more boring than watching other people fish when you weren’t fishing yourself.
“I hear you’re a pretty amazing cook,” Kayla comments, directing it at me. I shrug and wonder what else Anna has being telling her.
“Since when?” scoffs Dan. “Old Nicky boy can't even cook an egg properly. Remember?” he says, roaring with laughter. I groan. You burn one egg, and you never live it down.
“I might have improved marginally since then,” I retort with a frown.
“So, are you offering to cook dinner, then?” he says with a grin. “How about I catch, you cook?”
“Fine,” I say with a shrug. “Though with your track record, we might be starving tonight if that’s the only plan we have.” I wink at Anna. “Unless you’re relying on your daughter to get your count up?”
Dan laughs and lets out a low whistle. “Harsh, Nick. Harsh. How about you get in the kitchen like the good woman you are and cook?”
“Fine,” I say, shaking my head. I leave my rod in Max’s hands and start toward the door.
“So, should someone give Nick a hand to cook, then?” Kayla pipes up.
“Are you offering?” Dan chuckles.
“God, no,” Kayla shudders. I narrow my eyes, and she blushes. “It’s the fish I don’t want to touch, not you,” she assures me. This gets Dan laughing even harder.
Anna rolls her eyes. “I’ll give him a hand.”
She stands up and steps over her rod, brushing her hands off on her jeans. Something inside me stirs, watching her as she walks towards me. My gaze flickers to Dan, who is frowning at her. For the briefest moment, I wonder if he suspects something. No, that's ridiculous. He'd have absolutely nothing to base that on. The only way he’s going to find us out is if I keep acting like a paranoid idiot.
I keep my distance as I follow Anna inside, taking the short flight of stairs up to the kitchen. The moment we’re alone, I take her hand and pull her into my arms. I press my lips against hers and kiss her roughly.
“Fuck, I've been wanting to do that all day,” I mutter.
She sighs as I tilt her head and run my lips along her neck. We make out for a few minutes longer, but she
keeps glancing over at the door like she's terrified of someone walking in.
“So,” I say with a grin, “I’m guessing you’re probably not up for anything more than kissing?”
“Why not?” she laughs. I’m shocked but not about to argue. I glance around for somewhere safe and spot the freezer. Anna follows my gaze, her eyes widening. “No fucking way,” she growls.
“Come on. Where’s your sense of adventure?” I tease her, slowly coaxing her toward the freezer. Finally, she sighs and follows me inside.
She closes her eyes as she kicks off her shoes and starts to unbutton her jeans. She laughs again, her eyes sparkling. I pull her into my arms and wrap them around her waist.
“I can't believe you’re making me get undressed in a freezer,” she says, shaking her head.
“I’m not making you do anything,” I grin. I press my lips against hers, kissing her softly. My body goes crazy just from touching her. As I creep my fingers underneath her to feel her skin, she slinks away.
“You’re crazy if you think that's coming off, too,” she laughs. “It's freezing in here.”
“You’re exaggerating just a little bit,” I grin, lifting my shirt over my head. “See? It’s not that bad.” Holy shit, I’m freezing my tits off. I undo my jeans and free my cock, while Anna mumbles something under her breath about it not being fair that I didn’t have to take my pants off while she did.
“If it makes you feel better…” I shrug out of my jeans and kick them aside, then lift her onto my waist. I slam her against the wall, pressing her back against the freezing cold metal bars. She gasps, her eyes widening in shock.
“Holy shit, that's cold,” she mutters.
I press my lips against hers as she gently rocks against my erection. With one hand, I roll on a condom. She tenses as I position myself at her entrance and gently push myself inside her.
“Holy crap,” she breathes.
“Is that okay?” I mutter, pressing my lips against hers. She nods and wraps her arms around my neck, gently bouncing herself against me as I drive deeper inside her.
I guide her face to mine and kiss her passionately, while gently thrusting further inside her. I worry about hurting her, but then she moans and locks her ankles around my back. The way she’s clenching her thighs together to lock me in begins to make me think my worry is unwarranted. That’s the only encouragement I need. I bury my face in her neck as I thrust back and forth.
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