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  Could I act like what I just saw didn’t faze me? Could I act unfazed? So I did my best. But not for long!!

  Ugh!

  Oh my god! I just saw Bradly Rainshaw’s HU-MONGOUS penis! I wanted to scream and tell all of my best friends from Texas.

  He refilled my flute and set the Cristal back on the tray all the while with a goofy grin. But cocky, definitely cocky like the badass he was as if he was thinking, “Oh yeah, you know you want it.”

  Oh, I do! I do!

  Well, if he was going to play that game…I sat up just a bit straighter so that my nipples were just parallel to the water.

  “Thank you.” I made sure to say it in a deeper voice, a more seductive one, like Scarlett Johansson, and I gave him a daring smile as if I didn’t notice “it” at all. But oh, he noticed my sitting up straight alright, as his dark eyelashes glanced down, and his chin did a slight nod. I could tell by the way he chewed the side of his cheek, that something was happening.

  My heart beat like it had just personally drank an entire espresso store. That’s right, an entire store devoted entirely to espresso, and if it beat any faster, I just might die right now, I was just sure of it.

  Pounding heartbeats traveled throughout my entire body, pounding in my ears like the loudest drums, and floated down below pulsating a need in my core so deep, that the ache was torture.

  Oh Jesus, take the wheel and drive very fast. Real fast. As in, beam-me-up-Scotty fast, because I’m drowning quick in need and may just disappear or blow up. Whichever happens first.

  Dear God, I wanted him so fucking bad. That gorgeous, erect, hard cock of his I wanted to suck so hard until he begged me to stop, that or fill me so deep that that dull ache would finally go away. I wanted to suck on his earlobe and whisper dirty things for once! And as he found his own release within me, I wanted to dig my fingernails into his strong back muscles and just lose control for once in my very so calculated and what has now become a very boring life!

  But ‘boring’ has flown out the window faster than a crazed bird. This. He and me. Out in this nor’ easter, yeah, this has become something very interesting. But how interesting would it get? I sat up straighter, my nipples hardening so hard, it stung and if he didn’t kiss me in one more second, I was going to have to straddle him right now and put an end to my misery.

  “Let's cut the bullshit, I know you want it.” God did answer my prayer fast. Shit. I held my breath to make sure I had just heard what I heard.

  “I can tell by the heaves of your breath, your flushed cheeks. I know a woman’s arousal.”

  “I'm just, umm... hot, because I’m in tub hot. I mean, hot tub. And it’s…co….cold outside. I’m freezing from the snow.”

  His pouty lips curled into a sexy smile as if he knew I’d given the unspoken green light.

  Stupid thing to say. Why did I just say that you got me all flabbergasted, and I didn't know what to expect about what would happen next! He was Bradley!

  “You know, you're really cute when you try to hide your feelings. It's like you're itching for me to touch you again.”

  There goes that bolt of electricity surging through me again, with poison as great as that of a cobra snake. My senses were gone. My reasoning, done. I was officially under his spell. Signed, sealed, delivered, raging hormones, I’m all yours. But I can’t let him know that! I can’t…

  “I'm not hiding anything. I'm not! You are rather presumptuous, you know.”

  A grasp on my heel. A firm grasp that hooked my heel like a hook secures a fish. Oh holy moly. It wasn't some ‘come here baby let me stroke your calf.’ Oh, hell no, it was ‘things are about to go down, and I'm in control. Hang on for the ride, baby.’ My pussy jumped up and down and did a toe touch, backflip, pike, double flip before landing a perfect Olympic gold medal award winning ten, I swear.

  * * *

  “I am a man who knows what he wants.” My firm grasp against the hot tub’s edge kept me from going under the water. And just like that, warm water flowed up to my already very heated kitty cat as he hopped his way in between my legs before grabbing my other heel, spreading me wide.

  I gulped. I pounded.

  I anticipated with every aware cell in my body on high alert. Oh dear God, this was hot. So hot.

  In one swift movement, he had my body floating in the water, his hands cupped, my ass and his hard Johnson so close to me, just inches away, until it touched me. It was a small bump against my inner thigh, and I swear, the poke from him below was on purpose, to tease and torture the hell out of me.

  Mr. Iron Man could easily bench press with one hand. He had such strong muscles, such control, such passion, such initiative, and I had never been in the hands of such a man. I already quivered.

  “I call bullshit. I know you want it.”

  “I was bluffing.” I bit my lower lip. Of course I want you to do anything you want to my body. I couldn't take this teasing any longer, I didn't want to lose this opportunity.

  My pussy clenched and needed release like. Now. It was too much. I throbbed like a rumbling earthquake. I just needed to be touched down there by him now. Now!

  “Say it.” His eyes were dark, the seafoam green eyes deepened into darkened pools of testy waters.

  His thumb trailed up my inner thigh and rested right on top of my sex, covered by the thin swimsuit fabric. It was enough to have me crying out.

  There was no more pretending or playing. There was no more hate, no more avoidance, just built-up passion that was ready to explode like a volcano.

  * * *

  Speak, for crying out loud, my heart cried out!

  * * *

  I nodded, it was all I could do. His tantalizing touch rendered me frozen. As I finally caught my breath, he slowly swiped over the fabric once more. Finally, a moan escaped my tight lips. I was panting, in damn hot need.

  “I want you to want me.” His grip tightened around my leg, and all I could think about was being so close to him, so vulnerable, open. I wanted him to fuck me right now. He was so close to me. This Greek god was before me, naked, and the only thing separating us was this water.

  “I do. I do.”

  He rested his palm at the lowest part of my abdomen, and with mischievous eyes, he slowly turned his hand sideways where his thumb could peek just below the fabric.

  “Please.” I was panting.

  The touch was mind-blowing, crazily mind-blowing, and I wanted him to rip the fabric off of me. He slowly dipped his thumb into the hood of my clit while his other fingers worked to untie the swimsuit. And just like that, I was a free woman. Completely naked before him. He slowly trailed his finger into my folds, just the slightest touch causing my entire body to clench up from pleasure. Every part of me begged for him to touch harder, to touch more. He licked his lips as if to hint.

  “I want you to say to me that you want my mouth on your clit.”

  “I don't talk like, I don't, I'm not....” I was breathing hard and could barely speak as he rubbed me faster. Oh dear God, I could come already.

  “Don't you want to feel me licking you, making you see stars?”

  I nodded and couldn’t take the torture any longer. His touch sent me over the edge.

  “Didn't say it.” He shook his head and lightly laughed. He stopped all touching and I wanted to cry. “Let that prude mouth of yours beg for my tongue to lick generously across your clit.”

  I've never said out loud dirty things like this in my life. But I wanted it like hell. I want that. I want it!

  “Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  I cried out as his thumb teased me once more. I was swelling in sweltering need by the pounding second, growing so tender to the touch.

  The sensations caused my head to thrash to the left and right. A scream wanted to escape my clinched jaw. Sure, no one could see us behind the privacy shades, but the noise…well, that was another story. And if he really was going to do what he was teasing about doing, well, I may not be able to b
e quiet.

  Hell no.

  His touch deepened, as if he knew exactly where to touch me. The touch left me wanting, begging for him to finish as the feelings were escalating, a climax around the corner. So soon, but it was him! And he was so hot.

  “I can promise you may have a hard time containing your sweet voice, just as you are now. I'm a man who knows what to do. Exactly what to do, down there. With my tongue.”

  He slid his finger right over the hood of my clit and held it there, pressing firmly into me, twisting just a tad, and I nearly came. He held it there as if pinning me against the wall with his bare thumb. So hot.

  “Just say it. Say you want my tongue across your clit. Those very words. Now.”

  “Okay, okay! I want it I want your tongue across my clit.” Layers and layers of pink flushed my cheeks of embarrassment, rivaling the worst sunburn, excitement and incredible anticipated desire of what would come next.

  “Well darling, why didn't you say so? Coming right up.”

  And just like that, Bradley Rainshaw was between my legs. The simple act alone and visual state enough to make me have a thousand orgasms in one.

  It was one slow lick that caused every single muscle in my body to melt and explode. If it was the only lick I received for the rest of my life, I would die a happy woman. I bit my lips so I wouldn't cry out as my body shook as he gently tapped with his tongue across my clit.

  I felt like the most powerful, lucky woman in the world as the hottest man alive gripped my body and held me so close to his mouth like I was the only thing in the world he ever wanted. With hands so tight, his muscles bulging from his daily workouts, chiseled to perfection like the art of Michelangelo in the statue of David…I just wanted to stare. But stare I could not, as my eyes closed back in utter pleasure from his magic tongue.

  His eyes looked up at me and were filled with mischief and pleasure. “I fucking love seeing you in pleasure like this.” With one hand, he held me, as his other hand reached to cup my breast and twist at my nipple. I was prisoner to his strength, prisoner to his sexy will. And I loved every single minute of it. I felt so small against his strength and power, but felt so feminine, desired, and beautiful at the same time. I bit my lip again as the pressure against my dripping wet folds increased with the force of tongue.

  “You’re so wet, I love it,” he managed to say as his thumb circled over my clit before licking it once more. A tag team, he alternated sending my mind buzzing into the stratosphere.

  “I’m going to make you scream and wake everyone up.”

  “Oh no, no, no,” I whispered and whimpered as he swiped at my swollen clit just so before tapping it, his tongue speeding up its rhythm and intensity, stroking my entire mound; my entire body felt like it was on fire as electricity shot through my body, and I wondered if I could even take any more heat, any more pleasure before exploding. My entire body tensed up as I gave into his sweet torture, as I accepted every ounce of pleasure from him. My hands grasped the sides of the water’s edge like someone hanging on for dear life.

  Every ounce of me wanted to shout his name, Bradley!

  My head tossed back and forth as the passion, longing, and desire of all these years were finally filled in a moment, and I wanted to freeze forever.

  Nothing in my entire life had ever felt like this. So good, so incredible. And there I floated in the hot water as the frosty, nippy air met my skin, my strong arms keeping my upper body afloat, while the Greek god before me cupped my ass and buried his head between my legs, making me see stars, galaxies and unknown universes. He sucked, he licked, he trailed and took his sweet time over the spot that made my entire body feel like jello; heck, that made my cells even feel the pleasure of floating. He licked at me as if I were the most delectable thing he’d ever eaten in his life, as my entire being, mind, body, and soul, entered an alternate universe of complete ecstasy. I was coming, I was coming hard and fast, the ripples of pleasure rising and tightening in my core.

  “I’m going to make you scream as you come. Just watch.” He growled as his swiped my clit with both of his thumbs as his tongue trailed to my throbbing opening, and he entered me with the tip of his tongue. No one had ever done that to me before. I couldn’t tell you what happened next, as I exploded into pleasure and screamed out as orgasmic ripples of ecstasy took over my body until chills remained as an aftermath. I shook as his tongue took over the thumb, swiping just so lightly now as if to prologue my orgasmic journey. I lay there. Spent.

  It was the best feeling I’d ever had in my life.

  “Told you I’d make you scream.” He pulled me close to him, wrapping my weak legs around his core. I felt his hard tip against my stomach as my wet bareness gelled into his rod. All I could do was dig my fingernails into his strong back, just like I had envisioned moments ago.

  “You’re…really strong after spraining your ankle.”

  He fumbled his way back to a seat, careful to keep me wrapped around him. My insides ached and burned with passion, an intense, hot need of his hardness against my blazing folds. I yearned with such ferocity that I physically hurt down there and needed mending by him. Now.

  His lips crashed into mine as his strong hands cupped the back of my neck. I felt him hardening more. His tip brushed against my sensitivity, but I still felt yawning pleasure.

  “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I want you. I want to drive into you, fill you so deep. Do you want that, too?” His whisper was on my ear. He nibbled at my earlobe once again.

  He was breathless as he looked at me with his tantalizing eyes, “Meet me in my room in five minutes. Not a minute earlier or a minute too late.”

  He lifted me off of him and sat me lightly down as I panted like a dog in heat. His perfectly chiseled ass cheeks teased me as he wrapped a robe around him, securing it tightly around his raging hard erection, and I wondered how he’d make it back in looking like that.

  “I…uh…”

  “Four minutes, thirty seconds, my bed, where I’m going to ravage you to pieces. I want to fuck you so bad, I can hardly breathe.”

  Chapter 11

  KATE

  * * *

  There I stood, the moment of truth, the symphony of all symphonies. The final acts of all final acts.

  My heart pounded wildly in my chest like dozens of horses being let free after a lifetime of captivity. The elation of trotting past the barbed wire fences that contained their eager hooves from experiencing the distant snow-capped mountains and acres and acres of prairies that their far away, dreamy glances longed after for years, and the hamster wheel thoughts of: one day, one day I’ll be free.

  I couldn’t help but feel exactly like that.

  I’m free!

  Bradley is finally mine!

  In my mind I could see the scene so well. It was like as soon as he asked me to meet him in his room, all I could think about while I quickly made my way through the manor were these beautiful horses who were once held captive, now charging forth toward the destiny of pleasure and wonder as the fast trots kicked up dust behind them. The future is now. The future is calling. The future is here! I felt just like that.

  Bradley felt like my unknown forbidden land and our former family dynamic felt like the barbed wire fence that you didn’t dare touch or it would be very bad news.

  I had seen so much of him and his godlike looks and tight chiseled body plastered in the media and in all those trashy magazines. All those years in Teen Beat, and Seventeen, my girlfriends and I would rummage through with giddy smiles and shameless lust during our sleepovers, practically salivating over his good looks as we’d cut out our favorite paparazzi photos to hang in our rooms and on our walls. That Colgate smile, those exotic eyes that could singe a hole through the glossy paper; he was such a beautiful boy who had now blossomed into a man.

  A man waiting for me. Right now.

  Then there were all those years when we lived together and he would walk the halls shirtless. I’d have to quickl
y look to the ground or at my phone so I wouldn’t give away the oh-my-gosh-you’re-gorgeous-I’ve-wanted-you-forever-look in my eyes.

  A hot young guy who’d turned into a sizzling grown man, who has been voted “best body” by People magazine. A man who just showed me his huge cock, whose hands just cupped my ass as his beautiful face made me see unknown galaxies between my legs and in my mind from off-the-charts pleasure. My heart was about to burst!

  A man who had confessed to me I was the girl he couldn’t have.

  All those torturous years he crept into my dreams when I tried with every fiber in my being to ignore them. It was all gone now.

  And I was free.

  Free!

  And now the only thing separating us right now was this damn door, a luxurious craft that now kept my weak legs from wrapping around him so tight and my fingers from running through his hair. My kiss from his juicy pout that never wanted to let go.

  I could feel my passion and need between my legs. Every part of me wanted this. Every cell. I was shaking with desire.

  These pulses raced up to my ears and shot down like lightning to my nakedness, my inner core. It was very well aware of the absence of his touch, still incredibly tender and turned on, I could barely make it to his room without feeling tingles all over of the pleasure that he left across every ounce of me down there.

  Still wobbly from that mind-blowing, earth-shattering, life-changing orgasm, I still panted.

  I panted from pleasure.

  I panted from the shock of it all.

  I panted from adrenaline.

  I panted from the forbidden action.

  The sun would be rising soon. It was the edge of night that crept into dawn. What would be revealed when the first ray of light peeked into this room?

  I bit my tongue and smiled, full of joy and bliss. I shook my head, still drunk with lust and surprise at the whole thing.