* * * * *
Alaina relaxed marginally as he shared a little bit about himself. He was a Marine, which meant healthy and employed. “Would you like a beer?” All at once, the manners her mother had drilled in her since she could walk kicked in.
“A beer would be good.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
She was not surprised when Gray stood as she pushed to her feet. She hurried into the house and retrieved another beer from the refrigerator. When she returned to the patio, he stood where she had left him, staring at the table.
She looked in the direction of his gaze to see what held his interest. When she realized it was her vibrator, she groaned with embarrassment. Stepping forward, she held out the bottle without a word about the still glistening toy on the table.
“Thanks,” he said, his voice dropping even deeper than it had been.
* * * * *
Gray lifted his gaze from the vibrator as he accepted the beer. He waited until she once again sat before sitting himself. Looking at her, he took in her flushed cheeks of embarrassment, then studied the rest of her. She was covered from collarbone to bare feet, though he saw unbound nipples poking against her shirt. The blood red polish on her toenails gave him another clue to her life as her short, neatly-filed fingernails were bare. “Why do you cover up such a knockout body? You should never wear clothes.”
Her smile was sad even as her cheeks pinked up further. “I work for my father. He wouldn’t approve of my showing up to work naked.”
“You don’t like your job. It makes you sad.”
She startled, raising her head to stare at him “Why do you say that?”
Gray took another drink of his beer as he studied her. She was scared. Not of him, but of herself, of the wildness she felt, of letting go and unleashing the wanton woman she hid behind long skirts and oh-so-proper manners. “I see it in your eyes.”
Alaina sighed then shrugged. “No, I don’t like my job. But I can’t do what I really want to.”
“Why not?”
* * * * *
His question stopped her for a moment. Why not? Because to quit her job and do what she really wanted took more faith in herself and her dreams than she had left. Her father had ground her self-confidence from her psyche with endless lectures about being practical and having a proper job with the family firm. Making her dreams come true also took money. And the strength to take on the historical society so she could renovate the second floor of her one-hundred-thirty-year-old home.
She had inherited the house from her grandmother five years before and every month she received money from her mother’s estate, money she had been carefully saving so she could do all the renovations at one time. But it seemed every time she thought she was close, something would break down and need to be fixed, eating into her savings.
With a sigh, she softly admitted, “I’m scared.”
“What is it you want to do?”
“I’ve thought about renovating the house to create three two-room suites. I want to rent them out and take care of people. I’d also like to see if I could sell some of the quilts I design and make.”
“A bed and breakfast? That’s a lot of work for one person, isn’t it?”
“Not a bed and breakfast. I’m thinking more like a rooming house. A place where people rent long term and come together and care about one another like an extended family. I could offer breakfast and dinner family style. Problem is, I’m not sure I can get approval to make some of the changes since this place is on the historical registry.”
“I see only one drawback to your idea.”
“Oh?”
“If you’re renting rooms to people, you won’t be able to run around naked.”
“Mmmm, yes, well, I don’t normally run around naked. It’s just that…” Alaina trailed off, not sure how to explain the hunger, the urges, the need for something more than what she had in her life currently.
“I know what you mean. It’s a wild itch you have to scratch?”
“Something like that.”
Looking at Gray, she couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“I know you don’t know me, but I want to help you. But you’ll have to trust me. Do you think you could do that?”
Narrowing her eyes, she studied him a little longer. Finally, she blinked and smiled. “As strange as this whole encounter has been, I think I do trust you.”
“Will you take your clothes off for me?”
Taking a deep breath at the surprise of his question, she threw caution, good sense and her father’s expectations, dictates and standards out the window. Gray was hot and she was horny. “I will if you will.”
Chapter Four
“Same time, piece for piece?” Gray asked.
Alaina nodded and stood. He pushed to his feet then turned so they faced one another.
She released the button on her skirt as Gray pulled his T-shirt over his head. It hit the stone patio at the same time she stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside. When Alaina whipped her shirt off and dropped it on top of the skirt, Gray toed off his dock shoes.
“Ready?” Gray asked as he slipped the button on his shorts and slid the zipper down. Alaina hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her thong.
“Ready.”
At the same moment he released the zipper and allowed his shorts to drop, Alaina pushed the elastic waistband down to her thighs then released it.
“Wow,” she breathed when Gray straightened and stepped out of his shorts.
It had been a long time since she had seen a naked man in the flesh, especially one as impressive without clothes as he had been with them. Gray’s skin glowed a golden honey tone all over, though his hips and thighs were several shades lighter than his face and arms. As she had wished, his cock was longer and broader than the green imitation she had been playing with.
Very impressive.
“I know this is crazy, but I need to taste you. Right here, right now.”
Alaina sank to her knees, putting Gray’s cock within tasting distance. Before she could open her mouth and take the head of his cock in, he stepped back out of reach.
When she frowned up at him, he shook his head with a smile. “It’s your birthday.”
Alaina nodded. Though she had nothing concrete to base her knowledge on, she somehow knew this man could be trusted in all things. Taking his hand, she allowed him to help her stand. She then returned to the chair she had occupied earlier. Their clothes lay in a pile at her feet.
Gray knelt on the pile and smiled up at her. Laying a hand on each of her knees, he slowly pushed her legs apart while sliding his palms up the inside of her thighs. Then he shifted forward so his body kept her legs spread as his fingertips brushed against her slick, pouting lips.
“Oooo,” she breathed as his fingers brushed over her sex. His touch reawakened the hunger that had been simmering since his arrival.
“Mmmm,” he responded as his tongue replaced his fingers at the open coral pink entrance to her cunt.
His lips were hot, his tongue rough against her sensitive flesh as an orgasmic tidal wave prepared to roll over her. Gray seemed to sense it and pulled back. Reaching up, he easily lifted her from the chair, settling her on his lap with her thighs straddling his hips. “Still trust me?”
Alaina nodded. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she shimmied so her nipples dragged across his chest.
“Hang on, sweetheart, I think we’re in for a helluva ride.” With that warning, he lifted her until his hard cock traced down her centerline from clit to the opening of her cunt. He then lowered her until she sheathed him with a tight, slick fit. It was as if they had been made for one another.
“Oh my,” Alaina shifted her hips once he fully seated in her.
“I agree.” He kissed her deep and hard as his hands slid under her ass. Then he began to lift and lower her, setting a slow rocking rhythm.
The slow pace did not last long as their need and hunger
quickly spiraled out of control. Alaina moved faster and faster, sliding up and down his cock as she arched her body. Gray kept her from falling back as he pushed up to meet her every down stroke. Taking a peaked nipple into his mouth, he suckled and nibbled, sending them both closer and closer to the cliff. An endless moment later, they fell over the edge of the known world together. Their mingled cries of completion startled a pair of ducks who flew away, squawking their displeasure.
Alaina melted into Gray’s embrace and drifted for a few minutes. When her thoughts finally cleared, she felt Gray below her, wrapped around her and still planted deep inside her body. For the first time in as long as she could remember, Alaina felt a soul deep peace and contentment.
* * * * *
“How soon do you think you’ll have a suite available?” Gray asked once he could think again.
“Well, my grandmother’s suite just needs to be cleaned out and painted. The others will take months to build bathrooms and closets and connecting doors between rooms, and that’s only after getting the historical society’s approval. Why?”
“I have an idea that would involve less work, less time, and more money in your pocket. That is, if you’re interested.”
“What is it?”
“To start, if your grandmother’s suite looks out over the river, I’ll rent it.”
“It does, but I thought you had a house in Bridgeton.”
“I’m house sitting for my parents. They’re on an extended cruise and I needed a place to stay until I could find an apartment of my own. As to doing the other renovations, you wouldn’t have to do them if you don’t want to.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know some guys who would line up to rent those rooms to use for climate controlled storage while they are deployed. All you’d have to do is put secure locking knobs on the doors. You could charge almost as much for a single room as you could for the suite without the hassles of feeding and keeping people happy. And you could make even more money because you could rent each of those other four rooms as individual storage units. You would be making more money and have more time for other pursuits.” Gray brushed her hair back from her face. “That would also allow you to run around naked anytime you wanted.”
Alaina stared at his nose as she turned over his suggestion. Rent out rooms for storage. It would be a perfect solution and she wouldn’t need to get the historical society’s approval to do it, either.
“Are you sure you want to rent the suite? You haven’t even seen it yet.”
“Yes, I want it, but only if I can redo your public wardrobe.”
Alaina smiled. “You won’t dress me in stripper clothes, will you?”
“No, though that might be an interesting idea for your private wardrobe.”
“Only if you’ll dress like one, too.”
Gray frowned at her suggestion even as his lips turned up in a smile. He had definitely found the woman meant to be his. The woman who would give him a run for his money. The only thing he had to figure out was how to erect some sort of screen along the water to keep river traffic from seeing too much while they played naked games in the yard.
“Only when we’re behind closed doors. The Marines wouldn’t approve of me walking the streets nearly naked.”
Alaina brushed a kiss on one cheek, then the other before tracing his lips with her tongue. “Thanks, Gray.”
“For what?”
“For making this a birthday I will never forget.”
Chapter Six
“Why do you hide your sexy self under all those frumpy clothes?”
They had just finished spectacular “It’s Saturday morning and we’re still alive” sex and her defenses were down.
Turning only her head, she sighed as she took in the sexy military pilot and Cherokee healer sprawled next to her on the king-size bed. His silver eyes glowed softly with contentment in the early morning sunlight that filtered through the lace curtains of the east facing windows. The vertical lines between his coal black brows were more pronounced as he returned her with the most intense expression she had yet to see him wear.
Taking a deep breath, Alaina decided it was time to share the reality that was her life. “My clothes aren’t frumpy, they’re… they’re… okay, maybe they are frumpy, but as a member of one of the oldest and most respected families in New Bern, I’m held to a higher standard.”
Without any other explanation, she lapsed into the speech she received at least once a week since her sixth birthday party when she and Jimmy Ray Macklin had snuck away to make mud pies in the vacant lot next door.
Gray snorted as he lifted his upper body to rest it on his elbow. “That’s quite the load of shit you’re shoveling there darlin’. Does anyone really believe it?”
“Excuse me?” Alaina tried to get offended when he called her bluff, but since she did not believe it herself it was difficult.
“Bullshit. A heaping pile of it. I think you dress that way because you’re scared.”
“Scared? Of what?”
Though she wanted to make a run for it to stop this conversation, she was too boneless to move. All she could do was face the truth that she had been avoiding since her eighteenth birthday. That was the day her father had steamrolled her into the job of his assistant, which included working, living, and dressing as he dictated.
“I think you’re scared of your father’s disapproval. Of what might happen if you unleash the wild woman you hide under all those clothes. I also think you’d really like to let the sexy, sassy person you keep hidden in this house loose.”
Alaina remained silent. How could she argue with him when he was dead on right. Fear ruled her life. “How do I know how far to let go?” she whispered.
Gray smiled down at her with a sexy hunter smile that sent chills rippling through her body even as it reignited the hunger they had satisfied less than ten minutes before. She tensed when he laid his big, warm palm in the center of her belly. His fingers fanned toward her tits and began to make slow circles.
The feel of skin on skin was the ultimate aphrodisiac. It didn’t matter where he touched her. Just intertwining their fingers or rubbing the pad of his thumb across her palm caused her nipples to bead and her cunt to flower in anticipation. In response to his touch, her hips began to shift in silent invitation. Gray then leaned over her, licking at the tit closest to him. Alaina felt his cock twitch against her hip in renewed interest.
“Do you trust me?” His words were a deep growl as he spoke with her plump breast still in his mouth.
“Yes.”
“Will you let me help you merge these two women you are?” His tongue circled her areola, then brushed across the tip of her nipple.
“Uh-huh.” She lost the ability for speech as an orgasm began building, coiling itself in her middle like a snake preparing to strike.
“Good,” Gray said as he rolled away. “You need to get up now, shower and get dressed.”
“What? Why?”
“We’re going shopping.”
“Shopping? Now? For what?”
“Your new wardrobe,” he said leaning over the bed and kissing her once more before heading out of the room. “You have twenty minutes to get ready.”
* * * * *
It was closer to thirty before Alaina descended the stairs. She wore a jewel neck pink T-shirt and a denim skirt that brushed her ankles, covering her as demurely as any nun.
Gray, once more dressed in his cargo shorts and T-shirt, shook his head with a sigh. “Don’t you own anything that shows your knees?”
Alaina looked down, then back at Gray before shrugging. “They’re all like this.”
“Well this one won’t be for long.” Gray looked on the dresser in the main hall, then went into her sewing room and came back with a pair of scissors.
When Alaina opened her mouth to protest, Gray touched a finger to her lips. “You agreed to let me help.”
He waited for her to nod before kneeling behind her. She felt
his hand start at her waistband, run down over her ass then back up for a squeeze and a pat before continuing down her thigh. “Is this the back of your knee?” He poked her with two fingers.
“Yes.”
“Okay. Hold still.”
Alaina felt a tug on her skirt. Then there was the brush of cold metal against the back of her leg, several inches above her knee. She twisted, trying to see. “What are you doing?”
“Stop wiggling and turn to your left,” Gray swatted her sharply on her left cheek.
Alaina straightened and turned left as commanded. As she turned, she occasionally felt the cold of the scissors, or the warmth of Gray’s hand. His touch distracted her so much she didn’t care that Gray had just cut her favorite skirt in half.
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