by Bella Jewel
I want to die a thousand painful deaths right now.
“Hey, you good? Did the snake get you?”
“No,” I squeak. “My pants ... my pants ... Oh god did you see my bum?”
Rhett pauses and looks down at me, then he carefully places me on my feet. “You’re worried about me seein’ your bum, and not the fact that you saw a snake?”
“I’m getting to the snake,” I squeak. “I’m currently concerned about the fact that everyone probably saw my bits.”
“They didn’t, I covered you up before they got there.”
Oh god.
So he saw my bits.
He saw ... oh no. Oh my god.
“You saw my fanny?” I squeak.
He stares at me, and then, he bursts out laughing. It’s a sound I haven’t heard come from him in all the time I’ve been here, and it’s a sound I absolutely love. Clearly everyone else is just as shocked as I am, because the guys are all looking at him with confused expressions on their faces, like they can’t believe he’s actually laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I cry, throwing my hands up.
“Just the way you see the world, sweetheart. It’s fuckin’ gold. I didn’t look at your ...”
He starts laughing again.
“Stop laughing at me!” I cry, stomping my foot angrily. “I could have died out there with my pants around my ankles and you’re laughing at me.”
“I’m sorry,” he chuckles, “but it’s fuckin’ funny.”
“Ugh, fuck you.”
I turn and walk back to my tent, frustrated. I hate being laughed at, even if what he’s laughing at is a little funny.
I think it’s the shame more than anything, there is nothing worse than knowing you passed out with your pants around your ankles and a hot cowboy picked you up, pulled your pants up and carried you off. That isn’t the damsel in distress scenario I had in mind. God, what if I had some pee dripping out still? I...I just can’t.
“Hey,” he calls, and I stop but don’t look back.
“It’s a nice fuckin’ fanny.”
Asshole.
Total jerk.
7
“You know there are still snakes out here, right?”
I look up from my spot at the log by the river that I came to hide after my embarrassing incident. Rhett has managed to find me; I guess he feels bad for his laughing. So he should, you don’t laugh at a girl when she’s down, and you don’t compliment her fanny. I mean, it was kind of nice but still. No.
“I’ll take my chances,” I say, staring at the moon as it reflects over the water.
“Sorry I laughed at you.”
I shrug it off, but his apology means something.
That’s the thing about men like Rhett, they say sorry and they mean it. They mean it with every piece of themselves and their word is law.
“Nobody saw anythin’, I promise you.”
I glance at him. “Thanks ... you know, for saving me from the snake.”
“Pleasure,” he murmurs. “Not every day I get to save a beautiful woman with her pants down.”
I clench my eyes shut, the shame washing over me. “God, can you stop reminding me.”
“I will ... soon.”
“Well, when you’re done, can you go and check my tent because if there’s a snake in there you’re going to see far worse than me passing out with my pants down.”
“Wouldn’t mind seein’ that again.”
I flush and say nothing, I just keep my eyes on the water.
What is it about me that keeps drawing Rhett closer?
Is it just because I’m different and he finds it fun? Or is it because he’s actually interested in the person I am?
I don’t understand.
I’m not sure I ever will.
“Heard you and Kara talkin’ earlier,” he murmurs, so low I almost don’t catch him. “Didn’t tell me you were a virgin.”
I heard that last part just fine.
I grit my teeth, horrified that he overheard that. Not just because he now knows I’m a virgin but because he would have heard us talking about him, too. Oh man, if he got hold of my notebook the man would have a field day. The things I’ve got written in there, yikes.
“Not by choice, believe me,” I say carefully, my voice embarrassed. “I could have given it to a few men, I chose not to because ... I don’t know, I guess I’m old school and didn’t want to waste it on some flimsy fumbly guy who would last two seconds and that would be the end of it. I like things in my life to matter. I’m only young, it’s not the end of the world.”
I dare to look at him, and the expression on his face makes me weak at the knees. He’s looking at me like a hungry wolf, like a man who wants to devour me in ways I’ll never forget. The expression sends shivers down my spine, makes my skin prickle and my heartbeat quicken. He’s looking at me like he wants me, like he wants me so bad he can’t take a single second longer of not having me.
I’ve never been looked at like that before in my life.
“Please stop staring at me like that,” I whisper.
“Like what?” he growls.
“Like you want to eat me alive.”
“Fuck me, sweetheart. I do.”
“Why? Because I’m a virgin?”
He shakes his head. “It’s appealin’ that you’re untouched, don’t get me wrong, but the idea that you’ve never felt pleasure before makes me want to take you right here on this fuckin’ bank, makin’ you scream my name so everyone can hear the exact moment I showed you how good I can make you feel.”
I swallow.
I don’t know what to say or do.
I just stare at him, dumbfounded.
“Why would you want me like that?”
“Because there is somethin’ about you, from the second I met you I felt it. You draw me to you in a way I’ve never been drawn to another person. I want to know everythin’ about you, at the same time I want to put my fuckin’ mouth all over you.”
I’m dreaming.
I have to be dreaming.
There is just no way this gorgeous man, so far out of my league, wants me this bad.
“You could have any woman, the most beautiful woman in the world would fall at your feet ...”
“I don’t fuckin’ want any woman, and you’re so naturally beautiful I spend most of my day strugglin’ to take my eyes off you.”
“I have freckles ...”
He grins, wild and devilish. “They’re fuckin’ adorable.”
“My hair is always messy, it’s not perfectly brushed and bleached.”
“Wild and untamed, just the way I like it.”
“My body is curvy, and I don’t have legs up to here.” I hold my hand up high.
“You have a woman’s body and a fuckin’ ass that makes it hard to concentrate when you’re gettin’ around in jeans. Anything else?”
“I’m so far out of your league.”
My voice is a whisper on that last part, terrified of his answer.
“Says fuckin’ who?”
He’s right.
Nobody made that choice.
Nobody but us.
And there hasn’t been a second where he has treated me any less than right up there as his equal.
“I’ve seen the girls you’ve been with. Maggie ...” I say softly. “She’s so fucking beautiful. Her body is out of this world. I’ve got nothing on that. I have a tummy roll when I sit down and dimples on my thighs.”
He leans in close, taking my chin in his thumb and forefinger. “It ain’t up to you to tell me what I find beautiful, Lei.”
I swallow.
“I feel like you’re going to kiss me,” I whisper. “And I have to tell you, that terrifies me.”
“I’m goin’ to do more than kiss you.”
He moves quickly so he’s in front of me, knees on the soft sand by the bank of the river. He keeps my chin in his hand as he pulls me close, bringing his mouth to mine. His beard is scratchy and he
smells like beer, and oh, the erotic thrills that run through me are unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life before.
When he kisses me, he kisses me in a way I couldn’t even imagine in my most intense fantasy. He kisses me with a masculine edge that makes me weak at the knees, that makes my entire body tremble. I moan when his tongue finds mine, and he deepens the kiss. His hand goes from my chin down to my neck, before sliding around and gliding down my back where he pulls me closer.
His kiss is hungry and he’s all man. Every single inch of him surrounds me and I can’t help but want more, so much more.
“Spread your legs,” he growls, low.
I’m wearing only a pair of soft cotton pajama shorts I changed into before coming down here, and a tank top. Heart racing, I do as he asks. I spread my legs. His free hands moves carefully between my thighs, and when it slips beneath my pajama shorts, I can’t help the terrified gasp I give. I have no idea what to do right now, or how to act, all I know is his fingers are caressing my pussy and I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do about it.
His mouth trails down my neck, sending shivers up my spine as his fingers very carefully find my clit. I’ve done this to myself a thousand times before but nothing, oh nothing, has ever felt like this. His finger begins to rub in the most incredibly precise way, the perfect little swirls, the right amount of pressure. His mouth is on my neck, his hand is on my back, and he’s making me feel something I’ve never felt before.
Pure, raw pleasure.
I whimper as the pressure builds and the feelings coming from between my legs become so overwhelming I can’t hold back my moans a second longer. His mouth finds mine again, catching my moans as his finger works against my clit, bringing me to the limit. I find my release with a gasp and a whimper, and my entire body explodes with pleasure as the most incredible orgasm takes over my body.
Derived only from his fingers.
They didn’t even enter my body.
And that was the best thing I’ve ever felt.
He pulls his mouth from mine and in a husky, low tone he asks me, “Did that feel good?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Then you can imagine how good it’ll feel when I fuck you, and I will fuck you, Lei. But not until I make you beg for it. That isn’t the first, and it won’t be the last.”
He presses his mouth to mine again, and then he pulls his fingers from my shorts and stands, walking off into the darkness.
Mother of god.
I’m officially ruined.
“TELL ME WHAT I HEARD out there was exactly what I thought it was?” Kara whispers as I sneak back into our tent after my encounter with Rhett.
Oh god.
She heard us.
She heard me?
Was I loud?
Did everyone hear?
My god, what do I sound like?
Shame tightens my chest as I pray to the dear lord I didn’t sound like a dying cat.
“You could hear me?” I whisper.
“I heard you alright, so did everyone. What the hell happened out there? I need all the details. Every single one.”
I close my eyes, pressing my hands over my face.
“Lei, you have five seconds to answer me I swear to god ...”
“I don’t know, honestly. We were talking and he told me he overheard me tell you that I was a virgin and things just spiraled from there, next thing I know he had his hand in my shorts ...”
“That moaning was just from his fingers? Oh girl, I swear to god if you don’t fuck him ...”
“Shhh,” I hiss. “We’re here on a retreat, I’m fairly certain it’s against the rules to fuck the people running it.”
Kara scoffs. “What rules? They can do what they want, they own the place and if people coming here decide to sleep with them for enjoyment, how is that illegal? I don’t think there is anything wrong with that.”
“He told me he’s going to fuck me,” I whisper.
Kara squeals happily and I slap her. “Girl yes. This makes me so happy. When? Where? Oh god, you have to tell me everything.”
I laugh and tuck myself into my sleeping bag.
We talk for a while, before I slowly drift off into a light sleep.
I’m woken by moaning sounds and it takes a moment for me to realize it’s coming from the tent beside us. I sit up, rubbing my eyes and use my flashlight to see it’s only Kara and Maria in the tent with me. Grace is clearly in one of the other tents. Her moans get louder and Kara sits up, too, narrowing her eyes.
“Right, which one of these bitches is getting pummeled right now?”
She looks around and sees that Grace is missing and then curses. “That lucky bitch.”
Grace’s moans intensify and I can’t help but smother a laugh. “I hope I didn’t sound like that,” I whisper.
“You didn’t,” Maria mutters, sitting up too. “God damn, she needs to work on her moaning skills. She sounds like she’s being murdered.”
“Her vagina is.” Kara giggles.
I laugh, pressing a hand over my mouth.
“God, yuck,” Maria mutters. “She has to know everyone can hear her. Shut up, Grace, you whore.”
She yells the last part and Kara loses it, laughing so hard she falls back onto her sleeping bag. I’m giggling hard, too, and the sounds in the tent beside us quickly stop. Poor Grace, she must be horrified to know people can hear her. I know I was, I guess at least I have someone who understands now.
We can get picked on together.
We all laugh a little more, and then I lie back down and fall asleep.
The morning wakes me with the sounds of birds chirping, the river running and the most beautiful fresh breeze washing into the tent. I could wake up like this every morning, there is something so serene about being out here, and knowing the world just can’t touch you. Media, money problems, hate, none of it can find you up here. It’s paradise and it’s the best kind there is.
I slip out of the tent and stretch as I look around. The water is even clearer today than it was yesterday, if that’s at all possible. I walk over to it, reaching down and letting my fingers run through, then I wash my face, rinse my mouth out, and stand up only to feel a hard form behind me. A warm body presses against mine and a pair of rugged, beard surrounded lips brushes against my neck. I shiver and close my eyes as Rhett’s hands move up my sides beneath my shirt, his warm palms brushing against my skin.
“Should have been you screamin’ like that last night.”
“Good morning to you, too,” I say softly, a smile on my face.
“Mmmm, turn around and kiss me.”
God, there is something about the way he conducts himself that is so damned swoon worthy I try to plant it all in my memory so I can add it to my notebook later. Nothing like a real life interaction to create you a bestseller.
I turn slowly and see Rhett standing behind me, shirtless, his big body warm and so strong I want to bury myself beneath him and just lie there all day. Would it be creepy if I said I wouldn’t mind running my mouth over every inch of his skin while I’m doing that?
He takes my chin in his hand and tips my head back, bringing his lips down on mine and kissing me long and deep, until my toes are curling and my fingers are clutching his forearms. He releases me and steps back, and I can’t help it, my eyes lower down to the bulge in his pajama pants. God damn, that’s impressive. There is something about the way a man’s package looks when they wake up, it’s always long and thick, not quite hard but extended in a way that makes it look fantastic in their pants.
God, I’m an animal.
I look back up at him to see a slight grin on his face. “You can put your hands on it, but I can’t promise it’ll stay in my pants if you do.”
Oh my.
Oh my indeed.
I swallow, and I won’t lie, a big part of me really wants to put my hands on it. I want to take it and curl my fingers around it. I’ve touched dicks before—I might be a virgin but I’ve give
n a couple of hand jobs and a few rounds of head before—but I’ve not seen anything like what is being presented to me right now. I reach out, my fingers grazing over the bulge in his pants.
Oh.
Oh yes.
“You like that?” he growls.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Put your fingers around it.”
I do. I grip it beneath his shorts. It fills out my hand effortlessly and oh, the ache between my legs is fire right about now. I close my eyes and gently stroke up and down. His growl delights me, and I would love nothing more right now then to drop down to my knees, free it from his pants, and put my mouth on it.
I want that more than anything.
“Yo, Rhett.”
The sound of Lake’s voice has me dropping Rhett’s dick and stepping back. With a frustrated growl, Rhett looks over his shoulder to where Lake is standing, Grace beside him, her cheeks red. Ah, so it was Lake giving her the ride of her life. That’s not surprising, he’s very much a ladies’ man and I can’t say I blame her; he’s gorgeous and if given the chance with him, you’d take it.
“If you’re goin’ to bone the customers, Lake, keep it down,” Rhett mutters.
“You can talk, I heard her whimpers before we went to bed last night.”
His finger points to me and I flush. Awesome.
Someone just had to bring it up, didn’t they?
“That’s my cue,” I mumble, stepping out of the way and rushing back to the tent.
I don’t need all eyes on me. It’s bad enough they all heard me, let alone standing here talking about it.
“So,” Kara asks when I get back into the tent, “how big is his dick?”
I blink, staring down at her.
She’s still in her bed, how in the hell does she know what happened?
She nods to the flyscreen in the tent and I turn, looking out to see where Rhett is still standing. Oh, god, we were right in her line of sight. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I’ll never learn. She can just add it to her list of things to taunt me about, I suppose.
“You saw?” I mumble, shaking my head.
“Honey, anyone looking out of their tent saw. You’ve got to be a little more conspicuous. Mind you, I didn’t hate the show the two of you just put on. Now, tell me, how big is that dick?”