My Favorite Mistake: A Tahoe Nights Story

by Karen Erickson

  Julie started to get up but he grabbed her hand, stopping her. “Relax. They can wait for a few hours. Nothing could be that urgent, could it? Especially on a weekend.”

  Her fingers flexed within his grip and she slowly sat back down next to him. “You’re right. I think I just urged myself right into a panic attack.”

  “Over nothing,” he agreed. They still hadn’t let go of each other’s hand, and he gave hers a gentle squeeze. “Just enjoy the day. The lake is the fullest it’s been in years, you know.”

  She nodded, wisps of fiery hair brushing against her face. “From all the rain and snow we had this winter, I’m sure.”

  “Exactly. Imagine how cold that water is.” He leaned in close, his mouth hovering just by her ear. The delicate shell dotted by a single pearl earring tempted him. To kiss, to nibble, to lick. “What do you think you’d do if I pushed you in?”

  Julie turned toward him, eyes wide with surprise. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  With a chuckle, Tyler shook his head. “Nah, I wouldn’t. I’m afraid of what you might do to me if I did.”

  She laughed as well and released his hand, nudging his shoulder with the tips of her fingers. “You’d probably like to see me come out of the water all wet like a drowned rat.”

  All wet…wrong choice of words on her part. He immediately thought of her T-shirt clinging to her like a second skin, hard nipples poking against the soaked fabric, goose bumps dotting her flesh as the water dripped down her body.

  Yeah, his dick was really getting eager now.

  “You’d be in a lot of trouble,” she agreed, the laughter dying on her lips as her gaze zeroed in on his mouth.

  He was leaning in closer, as if he wanted to kiss her. Which he did. The past years of longing, the more recent years of curiosity, all of them came crashing down upon him at this very moment, and he decided he didn’t want to wait any longer.

  Tentatively, he set his lips upon hers, not wanting to push for fear she might not react the way he hoped. But she didn’t pull away. She scooted closer, her lips parting from his for the briefest moment before she returned. Soft and plump, damp and clinging to his, she kissed him, her mouth opening for his more and more until he teased her with his tongue.

  A little groan escaped her, and he slipped his arm around her shoulders, hauling her to him. They sat on the edge of the dock, their legs swinging over the ledge, lips locked and arms around each other. Just as he’d envisioned so long ago in his teenage dreams.

  He wasn’t one to be sentimental but this was getting to him. Their tongues touched, danced against each other and he slipped a hand into her hair to anchor her close. The strands were silky soft, clinging to his fingers and he stroked her, reveled in the softness. The beauty of her.

  Julie broke the kiss first, her breath accelerated, her eyes bright with what he hoped was lust. “Wow,” she whispered.

  “Is that a good wow or a bad wow?” He lifted his eyebrows in question.

  “Definitely good.” She withdrew from his hold, her fingers going to her mouth where she tentatively brushed them against her lips. “I just…didn’t expect that.”

  He didn’t know how to answer her. Was she upset? She didn’t appear upset. No, she looked…jarred. Thrown for a loop maybe, but that was quite possibly a good thing since he felt the same way.

  “Maybe we should head back to the cabin,” he said as he checked his watch. He couldn’t endure the silence any longer. “It’s almost lunch time. Are you hungry?”

  “Oh, yeah.” She nodded, her gaze meeting his. “I suddenly find myself extremely hungry.”

  “Me, too,” he agreed, not talking about food. And he doubted she was either.

  Chapter Three

  They practically ran back to the cabin, they didn’t even bother to hide their eagerness, which Julie found extremely refreshing. The men she’d gone out with recently put on such airs. As if they were in complete control, had all the time in the world and didn’t let pesky things such as emotion ever ruffle them.

  She found it pathetically boring. What happened to the men who claimed what they wanted? Who didn’t act as if they were too cool for everyone in the room? A bunch of pretentious bastards, that’s all she’d been dealing with lately.

  That’s why Tyler Nichols was such a breath of fresh air.

  The intensity in his gaze just after they kissed took her breath away. He looked like he wanted to devour her. And she’d been perfectly willing to lay herself out on that old dock full of splinters and offer herself up to him.

  Luckily enough common sense overrode instant lust and he’d suggested going back to the cabin. Smart man. She had no idea she could move so fast. The cabin loomed ahead, quaint and welcoming, shrouded in shadow by the towering pines, and she wondered what he might do if she attacked him once the door slammed closed.

  Or maybe he would attack her?

  She smiled. Either option sounded perfect.

  He bounded up the stairs of the front porch, taking two at a time, and she followed him. Watched as he pulled the key out of his shorts pocket and unlocked the door with the eagerness of a teenage boy just about to let a girl into his house for the first time.

  She could relate. Everything about this felt young and innocent and fun. Oh yes, and also lusty and sexy and carnal. When was the last time she actually had sex with a man? A few months at least. Mister Pinky definitely didn’t count. She’d had a pretty sweet little orgasm last night but nothing like what a real man could bring her. Not when he’d put his hands and fingers and mouth and tongue to good use. Oh yes, and also his cock…

  Tyler held the door open for her and she slipped inside, nerves making her shaky. She rubbed her suddenly sweaty palms on the front of her shorts, flicked her hair behind her shoulders. Desperately wanting to look normal when she felt anything but.

  He closed the door and flicked the lock. Slowly turned so that he faced her. The look of raw hunger on his handsome face stole her breath, and she braced herself as he approached her.

  “I fantasized about this so many times when we were kids,” he murmured as he slipped an arm around her waist and hauled her close.

  She pressed her hands against the broad expanse of his chest, impressed with the hard muscle she encountered beneath her fingertips. “Really?”

  “Oh, yeah.” He kissed her, a hungry, quick melding of lips and tongue and then he pulled away. “Specific fantasies about me and you in this cabin, I might add.”

  “I think that’s hot,” she whispered, meaning every word. That they could act out all of his fantasies, right here and right now. She’d never been the object of a man’s fantasy before. At least, not that she knew of.

  She found it incredibly exciting.

  “I think you’re hot,” he confessed just before he kissed her again. An even more intense kiss this time, his tongue and mouth were doing mysteriously wonderful things to her head, her body. She felt as if she was melting, and she clung to his shoulders, anchoring herself to him so she wouldn’t fall to the floor in a heap of lust.

  “Maybe…” she could barely get the words out what with the way he kept nibbling on her neck, licking and kissing and sucking the sensitive flesh. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom.”

  “Good idea.” He lifted his head, his eyes blazing with lust-filled intensity behind the glasses. Withdrawing from her, he took her hand and led her down the hall, swinging her into the room.

  She went to the bed, not about to put up any sort of pretense. She wanted him, simple as that. And she wasn’t going to deny herself for fear of what he might be thinking or whatever. Not like she didn’t know he wanted her.

  It was pretty obvious by the way he tore his T-shirt off with one simple grab at the back of his neck. Or how he kicked off his shoes, shucked his underwear and shorts with one quick tug, leaving him gloriously naked. She stood paralyzed by the end of the bed, her mouth hanging open as she drank him in.

  Finely formed muscle and sinew, broad sh
oulders and chest, a light dusting of hair at the center, her gaze wandered down his flat stomach. Trim hips, thick thighs and a mouthwateringly perfect erect cock thrusting toward her.

  He approached her in a rush, didn’t even give her a chance to say a word. His hands were everywhere, tugging at the hem of her T-shirt, pulling at the waistband of her shorts. His mouth fused to hers, a little groan escaped him when his hands encountered bare flesh. They crept up her back to fiddle with the snaps of her bra and deftly undid them.

  For all his talk and her memories of him being a nerd in the past, Tyler certainly knew his way around a woman’s clothing, that was for sure.

  “I’m rushing you, I know,” he said once he had her completely naked. He gave a gentle push at her shoulders with the tips of his fingers, and she fell to the mattress, a little smile on her face. “But I don’t want to wait. I need to be inside you.”

  And she wanted him inside her. He went to the bedside table and pulled the top drawer all the way out, delving deep until he pulled out a small box of condoms. A secret stash, she was sure. He yanked a foil packet out and tore into it, sheathing his huge erection with intense urgency.

  He collapsed on top of her, careful to not press his full weight upon her, and she found that endearingly considerate. Their mouths met again, locking into a dreamy, delicious kiss and she wondered if she would ever get tired of kissing him. Especially when he cupped her cheek with his broad palm, his fingers tangling in her hair. It was…sweet.

  And sexy and hot.

  His thick cock probed between her legs, and she spread wider, ready for him to slide inside. Despite his proclamation of wanting to rush her he moved down her body, leaving a burning path of kisses along her neck, the top of her chest, her breasts. He licked one nipple, bathing it with his tongue and she gasped with pleasure. When he drew her nipple deep into his mouth and sucked, she very nearly lifted off the bed.

  Sliding her hands into his thick dark hair, she anchored him there, arching her body into his mouth, wanting more. He diverted his attention to her neglected nipple, offering it the same generous treatment and her belly clenched in anticipation. Already her orgasm came near, all from his overt attention to her breasts.

  She’d never experienced anything like it before. The emotions that swirled within her as she watched him make love to her body were overwhelming. She was with Tyler Nichols—and they were actually naked. In bed together and about to have sex.

  It was almost too momentous for her to wrap her head around.

  He slid further down, his lips blazing a path of heat that lit her skin from within. She shivered when he nibbled along the inside of her thigh. Whimpered when he laved at the spot with his tongue as if to soothe it. She squeezed her eyes closed, almost embarrassed at what he was about to do.

  Yeah, she owned her sexuality and all that, but this was Tyler Nichols and he was about to go down on her. Her last boyfriend hated doing it. Always thought it was too messy.

  The miserable, selfish prick.

  Tyler’s hair drifted across the inside of her thigh, soft and thrilling. She shivered, drew in a sharp breath when she felt his big hands spread her legs wider. His breath drifted across her pussy and a fresh gush of juices trickled.

  She was so wet. And she wanted him so badly.

  His lips grazed the very heart of her, light and fleeting. Her hips lifted as if she had no control of them, seeking his mouth. Oh God, hopefully his tongue. He nuzzled her there, breathed deep as if inhaling her, and her eyes flew open.

  There was no need for her to act like a shy, untried girl. She was a woman. A more than capable woman who owned her sexuality and damn it, she needed to act like it.

  His lids lifted. His intense gaze met hers, her lips parted but no sound came out. Not until his tongue flicked out and he licked her did she release a shuddering breath. A low moan followed quickly when he spread her lower lips with his fingers and sucked on her clit.

  God. Her lids snapped shut, and she swore she saw stars. What a talented tongue he had. And lips. Oh yes, and fingers because they were definitely joining the party. First one, then two fingers slid deep within her, thrusting in and out and she moved against him. Seeking her orgasm as it hovered there, just barely out of reach. And he teased, drove her higher only to leave her panting, as if he wanted to drive her out of her mind.

  It was working.

  Her hips lifted, her entire body stiffened when Tyler paid close attention to her clit. And then he was gone. Moving back up her body, a wicked smile curving his lips when their gazes met again.

  She wanted to smack him. She wanted to haul him close and demand he give her an orgasm. She just wanted him.

  He adjusted himself, hovering just above her, his kind eyes gazing down upon her. She smiled up at him, arching against him when she felt his cock nudge her and then he was pushing just the tip into her body, teasing her.

  “More,” she urged in a husky whisper, surprising herself. She was a take-charge sort of woman in her everyday life but when it came to being between the sheets, she usually deferred to the man.

  He grinned, looking quite pleased with himself. “As you wish,” he said with a hint of arrogance as he slid a little deeper. Feeding himself to her inch by excruciatingly delicious inch.

  God he was big. And thick. It was as if his cock touched every one of the sensitive spots within her body, even spots she didn’t know existed. Her skin tightened and tingled, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels pressing into his firm ass, sending him deeper.

  Just what she wanted.

  Slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, he began to move. Pulling out, pushing back in, back and forth, keeping a steady, even rhythm, not rushing it.

  Damn it, she wanted to rush it. She wanted to feel him pound inside her, hear the slap of their sweaty skin. Just the thought of it had her pussy growing wetter and she reached out, curled her hands around his shoulders. “Faster,” she said.

  He increased his pace, his hips nudging against hers, his cock touching her deep. But she wanted more. “Harder.”

  “You feel good,” he whispered. “So tight. So hot.”

  His words melted her. Their gazes met, held and she slid her hands down his back to curve about his tight ass. The flex of his muscles beneath her palms thrilled her and she pressed, sending him deeper.

  With a grunt he let his control slip a little as he slammed into her. She clung to him, losing herself to the delicious sensation of his cock gliding in and out of her body. She could hear the juicy sounds of her pussy as he moved within her and it turned her inside out, drove her crazy with wanting to come.

  “I’m close,” he suddenly muttered. His movements were frantic, completely out of control as he rammed deep. He reached between them, his index finger nimbly playing with her swollen clit. Circling and teasing, flicking the sensitive little bud of flesh, and she held her breath, prepared for the intensity that swelled, threatening to take over her body.

  And just like that she shattered. The endless waves of her climax rolled over her again and again as she stiffened for the briefest moment before she became consumed with endless shudders beneath his thrusting body.

  Tyler followed behind her, coming with a ferocious growl as he held himself still above her. His throbbing cock jerked within her clenching pussy, and she wondered idly if she’d ever come at the same time with another man.

  She didn’t think she had. Hell, she hadn’t believed it even possible.

  Funny how Tyler was showing her—and so quickly—that many things were possible.

  Tyler pulled Julie into his arms, loving the way her body seemingly melted into his. Her breathing was still erratic from the after affects of her orgasm and that had been long minutes ago. He’d already gotten out of bed and disposed of the condom. Yet his body still trembled as well.

  It had been pretty powerful, coming together with her. He felt more connected to her at this very moment than he’d ever felt with his pr
evious girlfriend, and they’d gone out for almost a year.

  A rather momentous—and if he thought about it too much, a very scary—thought.

  “Hmm, I could go for a nap.” She snuggled closer, her head tucked just under his chin, her hair brushing against his face. He pushed the wayward strands away from his mouth, allowing his fingers to tangle in the vibrant strands, stroking her much as if she were a cat.

  Apt thought since she tilted her head back and practically purred, much like the cats he remembered having around the house when he was growing up. He gazed down at her, caught the contented smile curling her lips, her eyes closed in blissful rapture. An expression he found particularly arousing if his twitching cock had anything to say about it.

  “That feels so good,” she whispered as he continued to stroke.

  His cock leapt to attention. “Does it?”

  “Mmm, hmm.” She stretched against him, leaning in and planting a lingering kiss in the center of his chest. “Don’t stop.”

  “How about we take a shower?” Just the thought of her naked and wet, the water blasting all over her sleek body as he lathered bubbly soap over her sent his cock straight to throbbing.

  “Sleep first.” She nudged closer if that was possible, her face smashed against his chest. He could feel the soft, warm drifts of her breaths against his skin. “Then shower. Then you must feed me.”

  He chuckled. “I must feed you? Didn’t I do that this morning?”

  “Yes and you did such a good job I think it shall be your permanent job of the weekend. Feeding me.” Tyler could actually hear the smile in her voice, she sounded so pleased with herself.

  He immediately frowned. Her mentioning the word weekend brought everything to a crashing reality. This was just for a weekend, what they were indulging in. She probably didn’t want anything more. She’d pretty much made that clear on their walk around the lake. When she spoke of the endless hours she put in at her business, how much time it took up yet she didn’t mind, she told him. It was her business and thus her ass on the line. She wasn’t about to let it sink because of personal matters.