Secrets

by Miranda Bailey

  I knew that first night that I wouldn’t be able to say no to more, and it had eaten at me, but I’d not been able to break it off. Daniel had tried many times now to talk to me about our future, but I wouldn’t let him. If he persisted, I’d leave, or distract him with my mouth, in one way or another, but I was terrified of that word. There could be no future for us, ever.

  I couldn’t reconcile it all in my head. Daniel was a good man, one that worked hard, had built his agency into a well-respected, and well-known, investigation service, he was smart, funny and kind.

  I’d seen his kindness when he set up the agency’s garage as a safe place and a food pantry after a hurricane. I’d seen him give money to the homeless, and knew he donated to a multitude of charities. He was always doing something to give back to our community and worked just as hard at that as he did our work.

  With me, he was always attentive, good, and showed that he cared about me. He never spoke down to me or with crassness. He was always careful too, about what he said, and when he said it. At work we kept it strictly professional, but I always knew he was thinking about me, he’d tell me with a sly wink, or a smoldering glance, what was on his mind.

  He didn’t treat me as if I was nothing more than a mistress. He didn’t buy me cheap gifts like flowers or candy, he treated me as he always had; as an equal that he liked to be around.

  So far, our relationship had been built on a love of horribly bad movies we could laugh at, making love, and long hours discussing everything from politics, to world problems. We’d grown to know each other well, but Daniel learned to avoid that one subject. He respected me and had realized quickly that I would not discuss it. I couldn’t, not when he had a wife and a home to go to.

  I don’t get off on the fact that he’s married, I actually hate myself most of the time for it, but that doesn’t mean I can stop myself. I’ve come to not just want the man, but adore him, and I’m afraid I might be too late to stop it all. He’d gone right past my wolf-defenses, somehow, and now he was deep in my heart, where I couldn’t get him out.

  Thinking about all of this wasn’t going to get the job done, though, so I got to it and finished up. I finished up my work quickly and went over the contents of my fridge in my head. Nope, a trip to the market was in order before we went to my place.

  On the way back to my house, Daniel decided to drop a surprise on me.

  “Are you doing anything this weekend?” He asked as he stared out of the window, the streets filled with rain that kept my concentration on the road.

  “Nope, but I would like to be doing you.” It was a joke, most of my weekends were spent alone because he didn’t have to be at work, but he couldn’t come to me.

  “I’ve decided to take everybody down to Grand Isle this weekend. I’ve rented cabins down there for everybody in the office. I’ve got a catering service set up for all of us, room for families, and a lot of privacy for the two of us. Imagine it, an entire weekend together, on the beach, in a cabin, with the sea breeze blowing.”

  “Now that sounds like heaven. Has everybody confirmed?”

  “Everybody’s confirmed so far, bar you. You’re the last one I wanted to ask, because I wanted to surprise you.” Daniel’s excitement evident as he turned to look at me. “I want you to have a nice weekend, and I’d like to spend some time with you. It’s not going to be group activities, and bullshit like that, just people relaxing, however the hell they want to.”

  I looked at him, impressed. He really did care about his employees. “You’re awesome, do you know that, Daniel?”

  He brushed it off, but I could see how pleased he was. He really was incredible.

  7

  Daniel hired a tour-bus to take us to the island retreat he’d planned for us all. There were over 30 people on the bus by the time employees, children, and significant others climbed in and most were excited and laughed as they looked ahead to the weekend getaway.

  I was in a row with one of my female coworkers, a quiet woman who was about as timid and tame as a woman could be.

  “I can’t believe Daniel did this for us.” Rebecca broke into my thoughts after a few minutes, her hand over what appeared to be a really flat chest. “He’s so generous!”

  “I know, it’s incredible, right?” I didn’t exactly want to talk about my lover, but he was also my employer, so it would look weird if I didn’t give some kind of compliment.

  “I’m so jealous of his wife, with a man like that. It’s not often you find a brilliant, rich, and generous man in this world. Most of the men I end up dating are nothing like him at all, and all want things I just don’t have.” She looked pointedly down at her chest, before she brushed it all away with a wave of her hand. “Maybe I should be like you and reinvent myself?”

  I looked at Rebecca with a critical eye. Was that snark? I decided it wasn’t, after a moment. The tall, severely thin woman dressed in all black and it swamped her. She was pale-skinned and her hair was almost white it was so blond. Black didn’t do her any favors.

  “Maybe you should try some different colors? Your clothes aren’t bad, but the black just doesn’t work for you.” I offered, not sure I wanted to get involved. It would be easy to insult a person over their clothes, even when you didn’t mean to.

  She smiled though, and we talked about new clothes, and I promised to go shopping with her later.

  “Hey, everybody, I want to talk about a few things before we get off the bus.” Daniel stood up once we’d crossed the bridge to the island and the bus started to slow down.

  “This is not a company retreat, there will be no meetings, but I do have a caterer planned for the entire weekend. Your drinks, food, and anything else you might need are on me this weekend. Just tell the vendors that you’re a part of my group and I’ll get the bill for it. You’ve all worked hard for this, so have this weekend, you hear?”

  Whoops and shouts of praise filled the air as Daniel sat back down and I knew he was pleased. He should be, he was about to spend a fortune on all of us.

  “God, he’s so hot. I wonder why his wife didn’t come with him?” Rebecca earned a stealthy, and totally imaginary, dagger in the heart for that.

  I mumbled a response and stood up, I needed some air after that reminder.

  I didn’t tell her I had a romantic evening planned with our boss and that’s why his wife hadn’t come. I couldn’t tell her that it was going to be the first time we’d spent a whole night together and her words had almost spoiled it. I’d planned to take full advantage of every second I had with Daniel, and most of those seconds would be spent naked. I wanted to avoid the woman now, but I couldn’t blame Rebecca, she didn’t know about the affair.

  I brushed my irritation aside once I reminded myself of that fact. Rebecca didn’t know. Nobody knew, none that mattered anyway. She had only attempted to befriend me, and share girl talk.

  “Hey, Rebecca, let’s hit those shops, shall we?” I called out the words as everybody disembarked and caught the woman’s attention.

  Her frown disappeared, and I knew my abrupt departure had stung her. She smiled brightly, and I knew it was right to try to make up for my bitchiness.

  We spent a few hours trawling through the shops and eventually joined everybody else at the small grocery store where we bought food and booze on Daniel’s account. I’d helped Rebecca pick out a few outfits from one of the small boutiques and the difference was immediate. As soon as she put something with color on she stopped blending into the walls and I watched as her confidence soared. She kept one of the new tops on as we left the store.

  I wondered if my own reinvention had been so noticeable and looked over to find Daniel as we left the store. His wink told me I’d done a good job. She had the body models would kill for, tall and slim, with no blemishes, and now she looked the part.

  It was a day that left me tired, as most vacations do, and I just wanted to curl up with Daniel and have a drink. I walked along the connecting porch to his cabin, the darkn
ess the perfect cover and knocked on his door. I could hear the others already partying and smiled. They were happy with their break, at least.

  Daniel was too eager for a greeting as he opened the door, too impatient to even take me to the bedroom, instead he pushed me up against the door and kissed me senseless before he said anything to me at all.

  “This dress is beautiful, Alayna, and I love you in it, but I’ve wanted to take it off of you all fucking day!” He broke the kiss and breathed raggedly against my neck, his hands busy as they pulled up hem of the light blue cotton maxi dress I had on.

  His hands found my breasts before I could even try to touch him, and his hips pinned me back against the solid door as his lips claimed mine again. I forgot how tired I was, and that I’d just wanted to cuddle on the patio with him, as soon as he touched me. My kiss was just as frantic, and I grunted in irritation until he let me touch him.

  He threw the dress away, I didn’t care where, and used his free hands to pull my left thigh up to his waist.

  “Desperate, baby?” I spoke against his lips before he slanted his mouth down to my neck, one hand hefting the weight of my breast before he flicked the nipple through the stretchy nylon of my bra.

  “I need you to taste you right now, Alayna. Please don’t tell me I have to wait.” His hands were already at his jeans to pull away the button and force down the zip. He kicked his jeans away just as he knelt in front of me.

  “Like I can wait any longer, baby. Get down there.”

  The shock of his tongue as it slicked hotly between my folds made me gasp and clench my fingers on the door. I held on for dear life. He used nimble fingers to open me so that he could get directly at my clit without wasting time. My knees bent, and my thighs spread further against the door as the first jolting thrill of pleasure stole my breath away. My hands sought out his head, so I could direct his tongue, so he’d know just where the right spot was.

  I’d learned to take what I wanted from him, and that timidity would get me nowhere. Besides, my wolf was hungry for him, she was as addicted as I was, and I hadn’t even told him about her yet. We didn’t have a future, so why should I reveal something like that?

  He was focused on how to get me off, and I knew he wanted to make me come before he’d go any further. He loved to make me come, it was better than coffee for him, and filled a major portion of his fantasies.

  He’d make me explode when he’d had enough of my taste, even if he was eager to get me there quickly right now. The tension rose within me as he sucked at my clit and then licked it. Daniel shifted, and his tongue started a pace so heady my body finally let go of the pressure keg that he’d built inside of me. I cried out, naked as I rode Daniel’s face, my legs spread in a wanton way to welcome him and only him.

  “Don’t stop, Daniel, make it last baby.” I knew my words would only drive him on, to try harder, and I needed that, I needed more, as always.

  Daniel accepted the challenge I gave him, and his tongue drove me on until I came so hard I thought the world had ceased to exist. For a change, I wasn’t quiet with my pleasure, and I nearly screamed and tore out his hair as the final wave shook me. It took quite a few moments before I could stand on my own without his support. He stood up, wiped his mouth, and came back to me, his eyes on mine. He wore a rather satisfied smirk that I couldn’t fault him for.

  “You love a challenge, don’t you, baby?” I teased and took the cold glass of beer he brought me after he’d got himself together. I needed it after all of the noises he’d wrung out of me.

  “I aim to please, ma’am.” He winked at me and somehow that stirred the beast in me once again. My smile was tight as I fought with her to maintain my human form.

  “I’ve, uh, I’ve cooked some food. Maybe we should get dressed and eat, before we go any further?” He took my hand with a smile and led me away from the door and I noted all of the large windows were covered by blinds to give us some privacy. All of the cabins were part of a single group and attached by porches for large groups like ours. Over ten feet in the air due to the stilts beneath them, the cabins were flat, one story houses, and we could see into each cabin, if we looked. Daniel’s was at the end and the windows to other side looked into my cabin. The one I’d rarely use, if I knew Daniel.

  I sat across from him, my dress still in the floor, so I was naked as the day I was born. There was an odd freedom in eating naked, I discovered as I sat across from him, and my eyes kept going to his to tease him with lustful glances.

  I must have looked like the wild woman my wolf wanted me to be, my hair messed up and hanging down my back, my body on display for him. He gave me an appreciative glance and smiled after one too many winks.

  “You want me to starve, don’t you?” Daniel strangled out the words, and I glanced down. I knew he was hard and thick in those dark blue jeans. I could almost feel him in my hand and grinned.

  “What? What am I doing?” I gave him a knowing look and arched an eyebrow, I could all but feel the gleam in my eye.

  “You know what you’re doing.” He wiped his mouth with his napkin and put it down before he rose up to stand over me.

  “What are you going to do about it?” I asked and rather slowly licked my fork clean, my eyebrow still arched wickedly.

  “What do you think I should do, Alayna?” He swallowed, and I watched his throat work, he was tense, he wanted something more.

  I sat back and looked at him, a dare in my eyes. “I think you should do whatever the fuck you want to, Daniel. This is your house.”

  He didn’t say anything, instead he patted the table. “Right here. Bend over.”

  Like that, was it, my gaze said as I stood and leaned over the table, very slowly.

  “That’s it, darling, bend over for me.” His fingers wandered over my ass, explored me, and I knew the night was definitely going to be long.

  8

  “You’re a such a good girl, Alayna, I take back my earlier comment.” I shivered and held my breath as I waited. He would either touch me or he’d make me wait for it as his fingers smoothed over every inch of me.

  He stood up and moved behind me. He bent over and licked straight into my pussy, his tongue gathered my taste to savor me before he spoke again.

  “Delicious. No, stay still, let me make you come in time, Alayna. Don’t rush it baby.”

  I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to do, but I was getting impatient. I needed to feel, the way only he could make me fell. His finger traced over my ass, down into the crevice, to the secret spot only he’d ever touched before. His knuckle pressed it and I squirmed.

  “Daniel…” It was a ragged cry, a plea for more. I knew he would want me to say it though, he’d want me to be specific or he’d leave the area to roam elsewhere

  “More.” I begged, my throat’s constriction made it hard to speak.

  “What was that?”

  “Let your finger slide into me, Daniel. Fuck, I need it baby, give it to me!” I’d swallowed the lump and now the words trailed out like leaves blown in the wind.

  His finger slid into me then, into that part of me only he had ever explored, then it moved deeper inside of me. I bit into my hand, tried to hold back the urge to beg him for more as he pushed the finger deeper before sliding out a little. The sensation would shatter my mind, it was so damned good, and my wolf perked up. I had to bite my hand to keep from shifting.

  “That’s it, Alayna, let it out.”

  No, I thought, don’t let it out, he’ll freak out and run away.

  I knew what he meant though, and I fought a double battle, one not to shift and one to let him probe deeper, with another finger inside of me to join the first one.

  “Too much?” He asked the question nonchalantly, as if it meant nothing to him, but I knew it did, I knew he wanted to shove his cock into my ass and fuck me hard. We hadn’t done that yet, but we would, I knew we would.

  He’d had every other part of me with that cock, but he’d saved that for last.


  I thought I’d scream when he added one more, unsure if it hurt or if hurt deliciously good. He held his other hand on the flat of my back and soothed me with his voice.

  “Relax, my love, let me have it. Let me have this last part of you.”

  A sound tore from me as my body relaxed and he was able to move the spreading girth of his fingers inside of me. Fuck, it was too good.

  He waited for a sign, that sign that said one more thing would send me over, just one, and he had it when a slight keen broke from my throat. I couldn’t stop my movements by then, I was too lost in sensation, in the feel of having my ass filled, in the bliss of his attentions. He noticed it, though, and he gave me what I needed, his hard cock slammed straight into my pussy.

  I don’t know what I said, if it was words, but I voiced something as my body convulsed and I was thrown into a storm of black pleasure. My heart tripped in my chest, my breath stopped, and I gasped for air as the pleasure that exploded throughout me tore my thoughts away. It lasted forever, it lasted seconds, I lived a lifetime in that moment, but I lived it in twitching, wordless ecstasy.

  Daniel held me pinned to the table with his cock, the cock my pussy all but swallowed as I came.

  “Alayna.” My name fell from his lips, a plea to join me, a plea to never let him go.

  I went even tighter around him, my body pulled him in, to give him what he needed. What we both needed. Later, we’d have time for cuddles and sweet words, right now, we had to get this raw, rough need out of the way or we’d both die from it.

  He thrust into me as the pulses slowed, and I stopped the bumping thrust of my hips. I’d wanted to turn and drop, but he wasn’t having it.

  “Don’t tease me, Alayna, fuck me.” He couldn’t take anymore, then. I pushed up and pushed him back, to brace my palms on the edge of the table. Then I began to ride him, my ass kept time with his thrusts, and I took him deep inside of me. I could feel every bump and ridge of him as he stretched me open, and I knew I was about to work myself into orgasm number three. Or six, whatever.