The Right Place: The Serendipity Duet - Book 1

by Alana Jade

  I place my hands on the counter after turning on the dishwasher and take a deep breath in to calm my nerves. I don’t want anything to spoil today unless, of course, it’s a work emergency, but I can’t imagine anyone at work will be desperately needing Adam on the weekend.

  By the time Adam comes back into the kitchen, he’s shirtless, wearing a pair of trunks with two towels around his neck. His bronzed body is more than enough for me to drool over. I feel so blessed to be able to touch this gorgeous man.

  “Ready to go,” he asks. The grin on his face gives me the impression that whatever was troubling him before is no longer an issue.

  “Sure. You don’t want to put a robe on or a shirt? It’s not overly hot today.”

  “Don’t fuss, Georgia. I’m fine. The heating is on in the pool.” He shakes his head like he’s angry about what I’ve asked.

  Don’t mother him, Georgia.

  “All right. Do we need to take extra drinks down to the cabana, too? They’re kind of heavy to carry.”

  “The mini fridge down there should be stocked with bottles of soda, maybe some iced tea. Georgia, stop worrying. We’re still on my property, so if we forget anything, I can run back up to grab it.”

  I breathe out and laugh. “I want today to be fun and relaxing, which is why I want to take everything we need in the first go.”

  Adam walks to me, wrapping his arms around my body before kissing my head. “Come on, my little perfectionist,” he says, taking my hand before collecting the basket with the blanket tucked in the top, and heading out the rear door.

  Once the door is closed and locked behind us, I take a step left as Adam goes right.

  “Where are you going?” he asks, puzzled.

  “I thought we would drive the car to the cabana.” The moment it leaves my mouth, I feel pretty silly. Why would we drive there when it’s an easy walk? Maybe I’m getting lazy.

  Adam laughs. “Are you serious? It’s not that far away.”

  “For some reason, I said it before I thought it through. But I guess I figured with the picnic basket, it might be easier…” I trail off when he gives me an incredulous look and asks defensively, “What?”

  “I’m sure you walk further from the parking garage to the office in the mornings.”

  I think about what he says for a moment and roll my eyes. “Fine! Well, at least let me help you carry something. Surely, the basket is on the heavy side.”

  “Nothing I can’t handle, baby.” He winks.

  I shrug my shoulders, and he wraps his free arm around my body pulling me in for a side hug. “You’re so cute,” he mutters, kissing my hair.

  Perhaps it was the lazy me talking, but I really thought it makes more sense to drive his car even though it was only a short distance.

  We walk slowly down to the pool and cabana area. Instead of walking on the paved driveway, we walk on the grass and paths through the garden. The tropical smell of the gorgeous flowers makes me crave the pool the closer we get.

  I’m glad no one is around. Hopefully, it will give Adam and me the privacy we need. We haven’t exactly made our relationship known to the staff, although I’m sure Lucy is aware given the spare bedroom is never slept in, and there are two lots of towels in Adam’s bathroom. But she’s never said anything to me, and Adam often tells me she’s like a vault. Whatever happens in the house, she never comments on.

  Before we arrive at the pool and cabana, Adam stops and looks at me. “I have a surprise for you.”

  “I love surprises.” I smile.

  “Close your eyes.”

  I do as I’m asked. Adam leads me to the pool area. I hear the click of the gate and walk from the grass onto a hard surface. As we stop, I try to slightly take a glimpse, but Adam catches me.

  “No peeking.”

  I feign shock before closing my eyes again while Adam continues to lead me down a little path.

  He stops, and I can hear him place the basket on the ground before he covers my eyes with one hand.

  “Ready?”

  I nod, trying my hardest to catch a glimpse.

  “Three… two… one… open your eyes.”

  Quickly, I flick them open and register what’s in front of me and giggle at what I see.

  Adam’s getting to know me all too well.

  Adam

  “Surprise,” I say to Georgia, knowing she’ll get a kick out of what I’ve bought for her.

  The look on her face says it all as she takes in the two large objects floating on the pool’s surface—one giant popsicle and one massive pink flamingo.

  The last time we both swam, Georgia mentioned she sometimes likes to be lazy and float in the pool, but she’s never been able to float on her back plus have a conversation at the same time. So, it gave me the idea that if we both had a floatation device, we could drift around the pool while chatting. Sounds perfect for the lazy day we have planned while taking in some sun.

  After Georgia agreed to a pool day this morning, I asked the security guys to blow up the floatation devices. Lucy purchased them for me last week at Walmart.

  “I love it. Thank you,” Georgia gushes, standing on her toes to kiss my cheek.

  “Come on, let’s hop in,” I say, eager to cool my body. It’s a warmer-than-expected day, so the walk down here may not have been the smartest move on my part, but luckily, we don’t have anything else to do today. We can spend as much, or as little time, in the water as we like.

  Walking over to the cabana, I unlock the glass sliding door, pushing it open. The way I have it designed is so the glass doors fully retract, which opens the entire front of the cabana.

  Georgia pushes one side of the doors, while I do the other.

  After walking inside, I place the picnic basket on the table. “Does anything need refrigerating?”

  “I’ll sort those out. Would you happen to have a spare hat and sunscreen? I left mine at the house.” She shrugs. “So much for me being prepared.” Georgia giggles.

  “Sure do. I’ll grab them.”

  There are some spare hats on the stand and cream in the cupboard of the small kitchenette. The cabana is handy, especially when I entertain, and we barbecue by the pool. Admittedly, though, I haven’t used it as much as I anticipated when I built it. Hopefully, it will change going forward.

  One time, I had some potential business clients come for an afternoon by the pool, followed by a barbecue. They flew in from England, and with their fair skin, they burned easily under the hot midday sun. They had to leave after the meal due to his wife looking like beetroot and not feeling that well. Since then, I keep a few spare hats and plenty of sunscreen in the cabana, so it doesn’t happen again.

  My skin tans quickly, although I will still apply cream, but I have a feeling Georgia’s pale skin will burn quickly, so I’ll ensure she’s protected at all times.

  Which brings me to another conversation I’ve been meaning to have with Georgia over the last couple of weeks—birth control. While I’m happy enough to continue wearing rubbers, I’ve noticed the last few times I’ve had to stop to put one on, she’s either rolled her eyes or encouraged me to continue without one.

  I’d never continue without knowing some form of protection was in place.

  While I would like to have children one day, I don’t see them on the cards for me, or us, in the near future, given we’re so new and need time to simply enjoy us. I completely trust Georgia is clean, like I’m sure she trusts I am. The protection is a safety net for us both, I guess, and a conversation about it definitely needs to be had. We need to be responsible adults.

  By the time I locate the hats and sunscreen, Georgia has put the items which need refrigeration away and has taken off her pretty yellow sundress to reveal a sexy-as-fuck black string bikini.

  Fucking hell! I almost come in my pants.

  “Like what you see,” she sexily says.

  I drop the hats and cream on the table and walk over to her, scooping her in my arms and kissing he
r.

  When I finally pull back, I say, “Fuck, yeah, do I love it. But what if I do this…” I grab the tie at the back of her bikini and pull it undone, her top coming away, exposing her gorgeous tits.

  “Adam,” she exclaims.

  But I pay no attention and lower my head to her chest, taking a taut nipple into my mouth. I know what effect this has on her. If she didn’t want attention, she shouldn’t have dressed so sexily today.

  I hum against her nipple as she braces herself by holding onto my upper arms. With a quick nibble, I let go, standing up straight again, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Want to go in the pool?” I tease.

  She stands there not believing what’s just happened. I think she assumed we were going to be screwing on the couch in a few seconds.

  “Umm… sure,” she answers. “Can you put cream on my back, please? Since it’s already open and all.” She spins around as I grab the tube from the table and squirt a small amount into my hand. I rub my hands together before applying the white cream to her back and shoulders, making sure I cover every inch of her supple bare skin.

  When she turns around, she still looks shocked or even perhaps a little upset.

  “Everything all right?” I ask.

  “Yep.”

  “Georgia, do you want to continue?”

  “Well, you did make me weak in the knees within seconds of touching me. But no… oh, I don’t know… maybe I’m just shocked,” she replies, a smile growing on her pretty little mouth.

  “At least I didn’t do this,” I say, before grabbing the tie on the side of her bikini bottoms and pulling it undone, the skimpy cloth falling away, exposing her gorgeous pussy. “Hmmm… perfection,” I purr. “If you want to swim like that, please do. I certainly won’t mind. But I won’t be held accountable for what my wandering hands will do.”

  “No freakin’ way. I’m not skinny dipping. What if someone sees?”

  “No one’s here, baby. Security is at the gate, and I’ve asked them to stay there for at least the next few hours,” I explain. “They will only come if called.”

  “The swimsuit stays on… for now.” She winks, picks up the bottom, and reties the strings on each hip.

  “No fun.” I pout, teasing her.

  “Oh, stop! Come on, you stud muffin, let’s get in this pool.” She walks over and grabs my hand, leading me onto the paved area surrounding the pool. I can’t help but laugh at her calling me a damn ‘stud muffin.’ Can’t say I’ve heard the term used much in recent times, maybe in some old 80s movies.

  The pool looks glorious with its clear blue water with not even a leaf in sight. The water glistens as the sun’s strong rays beam down on the surface. Clinton also maintains the pool. He’s done a wonderful job this spring and summer, as usual.

  “So, will we do a one, two, three, jump? Or will you dip your toe in first?” I ask, wondering if she will be daring or not. Personally, I hope she jumps in, on the off chance her bikini top shifts in the process. I smile at the thought.

  “Usually, I walk in… slowly, step by step, but it’s fucking hot in the sun today, so I’m going in. You joining me?” Georgia runs a few steps before jumping straight into the deep end of the pool, clutching her chest in the process.

  I watch as she re-emerges from the water, her top very much in place, much to my disappointment.

  So, I decide to be the daring one, and take my swim shorts off, leaving them in a pile on the side of the pool.

  Georgia’s wide eyes tell me she’s shocked at my brazenness while I take a small run to do a flip into the pool. The cool, but not freezing water, instantly relieving my burning shoulders and back. It’d be cold without the heating. Being nude doesn’t bother me when I’m in the sanctity of my home. I’ve been known to come out here late at night in the middle of summer and strip off, having a quick dip before bed. Somehow, it clears my head, relaxing me.

  As I surface from the water, I pull myself out, sitting on the edge. I desperately try and clear my ears by shaking my head while Georgia’s in a fit of giggles.

  “What?” I ask.

  “I should film you doing that one day. I know how big you are, boy do I love it, but after seeing what your magic dick can do, I’m wondering if you can do other tricks with it?” She barely gets the sentence out before bursting into laughter again.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I ask, completely puzzled.

  She puts up her index finger for a moment asking me to wait while she composes herself. “Were you anticipating the water temperature, or are you able to retract it so it doesn’t get cold?”

  I feign shock before jumping back in the water. She’s sassing me and I like it. I swim over grabbing at her bikini bottom. I guide her forward and pin her against the side of the pool. “Small dick, hey?” I whisper into her ear. “I’ll show you what magic tricks my cock can do.”

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, that was a low blow,” she squeals, spinning around in my arms.

  Georgia wraps her arms around my neck, and I lean forward to kiss her with as much need and hunger as possible. My hand leaves her ass and moves to her hip where I again undo the side of her bikini. It doesn’t exactly do the trick, so I swap hands and undo the other side as well, feeling the small piece of material floating up between us.

  As I go to grab the bikini bottom, Georgia gets to it first, throwing it behind her.

  Moving my hand between her legs, I tickle her folds, trying to tease my way in.

  She lets out a gasp followed by one of her glorious moans.

  I pull back from the kiss, and a smile spreads across my face as I see her eyes are fluttering like she’s enjoying the moment immensely.

  Removing my hand from her pussy, I lean forward again and whisper in her ear, “I’ll prove to you how big I am.”

  Her eyes flick open, and she smiles in anticipation as her breath hitches in her throat.

  Grabbing her hand from around my neck, I bring it down to my cock, wrapping her delicate fingers around my length, encouraging her to fondle me.

  She does what I want and slowly starts moving her hand back and forth on my cock, her grip much tighter than previous. I love it.

  Moving my hand back between her legs, I gently tease between her lips and run my finger along her slit before pushing inside her. She jolts at the sensation before gasping again but much different than before.

  “Are you all right?” I ask, worried I’ve hurt her.

  “Even though it was hot as hell when you pushed your finger into me, I jumped at the sensation, and I think I’ve grazed my ass on the side of the pool.” She bursts out laughing, and I can’t help but laugh along with her. “Come on, let’s go to the cabana, and I’ll take a look.”

  We swim to the ladder, get out, and I lead her into the cabana, encouraging Georgia to show me her ass. Sure enough, a small red graze is visible. I decide to kneel and kiss it better.

  Being at this height, I have a full view of her gorgeous ass, and I look up at Georgia to see if she’s still in the mood or if I should stop.

  She smirks, then twists around, so I blow on her center, making her take a step back and lean against the couch. I lean forward, my tongue teasing her slit before I take a finger and slide it along the edge of her folds, pushing it back to where it was located only moments ago.

  This time, I can hear her sucking in a deep breath before relaxing into it, spreading her legs a little wider for me to gain better access.

  As I push my finger inside her again, I take her nub into my mouth and suck, knowing how much she enjoys this and how quickly it can bring her to orgasm.

  I feel her tense around my finger and decide to up the intensity a little by adding a second. I make sure to take her clit into my mouth again almost as if I am distracting her from what’s about to come. We’ve never tried two fingers, and given I do have reasonably fat ones, I hope she’s able to handle it. Although if she can take my cock, I’m positive she can take my fingers.

 
Removing the first one, feeling how wet and ready she is, I slide the two inside her, instantly feeling her tensing. She flops forward as she moans, bracing herself on my shoulders. I gently pump my fingers into her twice and feel as she tightens ready to come.

  But I swiftly remove my fingers and spin her around. She’s only going to come on my cock, and we’ll come together.

  I’m going to fuck her from behind and show her that this kind of fucking can be just as good as the slow kind.

  Georgia

  Adam spun me around, and my hands are braced on the side of the couch. I’ve warned him that this kind of sex can spook me, given I can’t see what’s happening. But also, this was the way Blaze used to have sex with me every time. Occasionally, he forced himself into my ass too roughly which caused me pain.

  I can feel myself instantly tense at the memory.

  My back warms, and I know he’s now standing behind me. He nuzzles into my neck and whispers, “Relax. You’ll like this,” before bending me over the couch so that my ass is in the air.

  His hand rounds the curve of my ass before his other hand lands on my other ass cheek, and my nerves set in. “Adam, please don’t fuck my ass,” I squeak.

  He peppers kisses along my back while squeezing my ass cheeks. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  Maybe one day, but not yet.

  Adam spreads my ass cheeks wide, before nudging my entrance with his dick. I feel as though I’m ready to explode before he’s even done anything. I love that Adam has this magic power over me. He only has to touch me to get me excited. I’m not scared or tense anymore, I’m ready to experience something amazing with someone I love.

  I grip the side of the couch as he slowly pushes himself inside me. He does this thing each time he pushes himself as far as possible and then waits a second for me to adjust to his size. Each time when we made love before, there’s this moment when we look into each other’s eyes, and we know we’re connected most intimately. For me, it’s the best feeling in the world.