Going the Distance (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Cara Addison

  Jess looked up. “Absolutely. Who’s coming?”

  Austin stepped into the boathouse and expertly backed the Sea Ray bowrider out and pulled up to the dock. Brett stepped down and sat in the jump seat next to her. Jess jumped into the boat, settling into one of the reclining seats in the bow. “Callie, are you coming with us?” Austin could tell that she was hesitating.

  “Come on, girl. Let’s go,” Austin urged. Callie jumped in.

  Austin put on her sunglasses and put the boat in gear, navigating into open water. She throttled up, feeling the power of the 300 horsepower engine surge the boat forward. She stood at the wheel, one knee in the jump seat. Just as Jack had described, she felt the engine catch when they reached twenty kilometers per hour. She pressed the throttle. They quickly reached a cruising speed of forty kilometers per hour. She scanned the water and settled back against the seat. It took ten minutes to reach David’s cottage. Austin powered down, cruising in toward the familiar gray cottage. There were a dozen people on the dock. Austin pulled up. Jess jumped out onto the dock, rope in hand. She quickly secured the bow before turning to greet David. She introduced Roger and David to Brett.

  “Are you guys ready?” Austin asked.

  They tossed their bags into the boat. David jumped down into the bow and untied the rope. Roger stepped down into the boat, sitting in the rear seat beside Callie.

  They were halfway home when Brett tapped her knee and pointed over his shoulder. She glanced back to see Roger and Callie making out. She smiled at Brett and shook her head, turning her attention back to the busy waterway.

  Austin spent the rest of the morning towing skiers around the warm waters. David and Roger wanted to slalom. Jess and Sarah skied in tandem. They all took a turn.

  “You’re up.” She looked at Brett, who had spent part of the morning in the boat, the rest of the morning on the dock.

  “I’m good,” he responded, holding up a drink.

  “All right, then.” She secured the boat to the dock and pulled off her shorts, settling down into the bow. “Yes, yes…I would love a drink. Thank you for asking,” she said into the air.

  Brett scooped ice into a glass and poured in a generous portion of vodka before adding a splash of cranberry juice. He delivered it to the boat, sitting down to relax next to her. She took a long drink and melted into his arms.

  Callie and Roger were sitting on the stern, dangling their feet in the water.

  Melissa and Sarah were sitting back, reading their tablets. “What are you reading?” Austin asked.

  “A novel,” Melissa responded without looking up.

  “What’s it called?” Brett asked, curious if it was Austin’s book.

  “It’s called On the Beach,” Melissa responded.

  Sarah looked up. “That’s what I’m reading.”

  Austin smiled and then realized that Brett might accidentally disclose her secret. She quickly whispered in his ear. “Only Callie knows that I write.”

  Callie looked over her shoulder at Austin and then at the girls on the dock. “How is it?”

  “Good!” Melissa exclaimed.

  “Really good,” Sarah added.

  Brett sat back and quietly said to Austin, “You know they’re going to get to chapter three and they’ll be dragging the guys inside. This dock is going to clear out.”

  Jess called them inside, announcing that lunch was ready. The entire crew sat around the large dining room table. They spent the rest of the afternoon talking, swimming, eating, sunbathing, laughing, and drinking. As predicted, Sarah and Joe disappeared for a while. Then, Melissa and Devin went missing. Austin smiled to herself, at the impact the novel had on her friends.

  The sun was setting when Austin realized she should move the boat back into the boathouse. She asked Brett to help her, leaving the rest of the crowd in the living room. A moment later, she had closed the boathouse door and was securing the bow when she felt his hands on her skin. She was still wearing her bikini and shorts. She turned to face him, accepting his warm kisses.

  “So, how do you feel about Canada, so far?” she asked, between kisses.

  “It’s beautiful.” He kissed her, his hands gliding across her skin.

  “And Canadians?”

  “Lots of fun,” he answered as he tugged on the string of her bikini. “This one,” he added nudging her cheek with his nose, “is a particular handful.” His hands were on her breasts. She quivered as he simultaneously flicked his fingers across her nipples. He sat down on the bench, kissing and licking one nipple and then the other. He watched her expression as he pulled one nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue as his fingers pinched the other. She was under his spell, completely intoxicated by the pleasure of his touch. His hand slid down her belly, unbuttoning her shorts. They fell to the floor, slipping easily off her hips. He tugged off her bikini bottom, kissing his way down her suntanned skin. Her hands were on his shoulders to steady her balance as the boat floated in the water. He sat her back onto the bench of the bowrider, setting her feet up on the bench on each side of him. She willingly spread her legs, watching him kiss and lick her swollen pink pussy.

  “Fuck, I love your clit,” he whispered.

  She closed her eyes and laid her head back on the deck of the boat. Her legs trembled as he pulled her clit into his mouth to kiss and suck on the delicate organ. She gasped as he pushed two fingers inside her. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, struggling to fill her lungs with air. His fingers pressed and twisted. Her abs crunched and she leaned forward as his finger brushed against her G-spot.

  “I found it,” he whispered, remembering the afternoon in San Diego when she had shown him where to find the magical spot.

  “Yes…you…did,” she moaned, looking into his eyes. “Shit, Brett. That feels so-o-o fucking good.” Her face contorted and her muscles twitched as he repeatedly brushed his fingertips against the soft flesh. “Oh my God,” she moaned, clutching the edge of the seat.

  “Come,” he whispered, urging her on. “I really, really want you to squirt.”

  She took one more jagged breath before her body shook and fluid gushed out of her. He watched her pussy spasm, running his finger around her hole. She leaned back, breathing heavily. “Please tell me you’re hard.” She gasped. “Because I want to fuck you so badly.”

  He laughed lightly as he stood, dropping his shorts, releasing his hard cock from the fabric. He kneeled on the bench and leaned forward, thrusting his cock into her. Her hands danced up his chest, reaching behind his neck. She pulled him closer, kissing him as he plunged deeper.

  * * * *

  Sunday morning, Austin showered and went to the kitchen for coffee, but not before waking Brett with warm kisses. He was toweling off when she returned.

  “Here, I brought you this.” She tossed a newspaper onto the bed. She handed him a cup of steaming coffee.

  “What’s this?” he asked unfolding the massive paper.

  “It’s the Toronto Star. Someone went into town this morning and brought it back.”

  He crawled back into bed and started reading. She removed her robe and turned to face the lake, stretching her arms to the ceiling in an upward salute yoga pose. She moved into a tree pose.

  “You know, if you want to market something new, you should market naked yoga,” he murmured, still reading the paper.

  “I’m not naked,” she responded, transitioning to an extended side angle pose.

  “You’re wearing nothing but a thong, kitten. From my vantage point, that’s naked.” She glanced over her shoulder. He was hard. He turned the page to read the headline. “Fuck. Canada’s tech sector has got to get their shit together.”

  “Yes, they do,” she agreed, moving into the half moon pose. She exhaled slowly. She moved through another sequence of poses as he read. She was just about finished with her workout, but needed to stretch out her abs. She leaned back and lowered her hands to the floor, forming a bridge with her body.

  “What the fuck!�
�� he exclaimed. She glanced up to see him at the end of the bed, looking over the foot rail at her. “How long can you hold that pose?”

  She looked at him. “I don’t know, a little while, I guess.” She pressed her hips up and extended one leg, pointing her toes to the ceiling. She gave a light kick of her foot and kicked her body over and back onto her feet.

  His eyes were wide. “Holy shit. Do that again.” She stepped forward and leaned back. He was instantly at her side, running his hand against the curve of her hip, slipping his finger under the tiny string of her thong. She pulled her body back up. “No, no, no,” he whispered. He motioned for her to bend back again. She started to lean back. “Wait.” He slipped her thong to the floor. “Now go,” he begged.

  She kissed him and then leaned back, dropping her hands to the floor. He moved quickly between her legs and dropped to his knees. “Fuck this is beautiful,” he murmured, kissing between her legs. Her limbs quivered at his touch. He kissed her again before standing. He wasted no time pressing his cock into her.

  “Oh fuck, Brett.” Her arms trembled.

  “Lift your leg,” he pleaded as he thrust again and again.

  Just as she had done before, she pressed her hips up and extended her leg. He leaned his shoulder against her long limb, wrapping his arm around to grasp her hips. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Deeper…please,” she begged rising to her tiptoes. He pressed deep, thrusting hard and fast. “Fuck,” she moaned. “Don’t sto-o-o-p.”

  “Christ, Austin.” He pressed hard against her. “I need you to come. I’m not going to last another minute.” His thumbs were massaging her hips and pressing urgently. He felt her hips quake. He pressed deep, knowing that she was coming. It was just another second before he cried out and emptied his cum into her.

  She crumbled to the floor. He knelt down next to her, struggling to catch his breath. He extended his hand and helped her up and wrapped his arms around her as they sat on the floor.

  “Seriously,” he said, kissing her. “You should be marketing naked yoga.”

  * * * *

  After lunch, Austin and Callie were leisurely enjoying a glass of wine on the patio. They sat watching Brett and Roger talking down on the dock.

  “Did you sleep with him last night?” Austin asked.

  A grin slowly spread across Callie’s face, giving away the answer. “I did.”

  “How was it?”

  “Really, really, good.” She smiled. “Fun too.”

  Austin turned her attention back to the dock. “Are you going to see him again? After this weekend, I mean.”

  “He asked me to go see a ball game on Thursday night,” she replied.

  “Good. I hope it works out for you.”

  Austin was studying Brett. They were clearly in a detailed conversation. “What are they talking about?” she asked curiously. She took another sip of wine. She watched Brett hold up two fingers. Roger was nodding his head. She set down her wineglass on the table when she saw Brett wiggle the tips of his fingers in a come hither motion. “Holy fuck,” she whispered. “I think I know what they’re talking about.”

  Callie shielded her eyes from the sun and watched them. “Oh my God,” she murmured, leaning forward in her chair. “They aren’t! Are they?”

  Austin was certain that Brett was showing Roger how to make Callie squirt. She was certain that anyone who might be watching would know exactly what Brett was explaining. She stood up and strolled casually down to the dock.

  “Boys,” she greeted them from a few feet away. She ruffled Roger’s hair as she circled their chairs and sat down on Brett’s lap. She took his hand in hers. “Having an interesting conversation?” she asked, looking Brett in the eyes.

  “We were actually.”

  “Yes well.” She laughed. “It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what you were talking about.” She mimicked the motion he had made with his fingers.

  He looked around. “You saw that?”

  “I’m pretty sure people from across the lake could see that, Brett,” she replied with a light laugh. She sunk into his lap. “I am not even going to ask how you got talking about that.”

  “Roger asked,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Far be it from me to keep that kind of secret to myself.” He ran his hand up her leg. “Wait.” He turned and looked over his shoulder to where she had been sitting. “You can fuck me in a nightclub, but this conversation”—he motioned to Roger—“suddenly makes you uncomfortable?”

  Roger sat forward. “Nightclub?”

  Brett nodded. “Twice.”

  “Twice?” Austin queried.

  “New York. San Diego. Not to mention…” She pressed her finger to his lips.

  “We get the picture.” She laughed lightly. “That is completely different. I’ll never see any of those people again in my life. These people”—she motioned around the cottage and then the lake—“I see all the time.”

  She kissed him and then turned to Roger. “Did you sleep above the boathouse last night?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.

  “No I did not. Not even close,” he added with a laugh.

  “Did you have fun?” she asked, knowingly.

  “I did.” He turned to glance at Callie on the patio. “She’s a little firecracker.”

  Austin laughed at the description of her roommate. At five foot three, Callie was little. Austin had no trouble believing that she could also be a firecracker in bed.

  “I am really liking these chairs,” Brett said, running his hand across the armrest.

  “Muskoka chairs,” Austin explained. “Another Canadian classic.”

  “They would make a great sex chair,” he exclaimed while looking at Austin in his lap.

  She laughed. “There are two on our balcony,” she said, pointing toward the master suite.

  He turned and looked over his shoulder. “I just might have to pull one of those inside. Definite possibilities,” he added, running his hand up Austin’s spine. She leaned in to kiss him.

  “Where are you living?” Roger asked Austin.

  “Queen’s Quay. You?”

  “The Danforth,” he responded.

  “Really?” She hadn’t realized Roger was living in the city. “You’ll have to stop by,” she invited.

  “I plan to.” He smiled mischievously.

  That afternoon, Brett pulled the Muskoka chair in off the balcony. He sat down in it and made himself comfortable. “Care to join me?” he asked suggestively.

  She pulled him up out of the chair and kissed him. “Absolutely.” She draped a towel over the surface.

  “What’s that for?”

  “It’s a wooden chair. You don’t want a sliver in your ass, do you?”

  He unbuttoned his shorts and tossed them onto the bed as she unclasped her bikini. He sat back in the chair. She kneeled in front of him, pressing his knees apart. “Meow,” he murmured as he brushed her hair back, watching as she took a long lick up his shaft. She kissed her way back down, sucking one ball into her mouth, softly kissing and sucking it before doing the same with the other. “Damn, that feels good,” he moaned as he relaxed back into the chair. She slowly kissed her way back up his shaft, flicking her tongue around his head before taking his cock into her mouth completely. She slowly pressed him in and out of her mouth, pausing occasionally to lick and kiss his shaft. “I’d really like to fuck you now,” he murmured, lifting her chin with one finger.

  She stood up and straddled his lap, placing one foot under each of the wide armrests. She lowered her body, taking his hard cock inside her. Her hands were on the backrest behind his head. “Fuck, I like riding you,” she whispered as she methodically raised and lowered her body.

  He shifted his body up the angled seat of the chair, changing the angle of his cock inside her pussy. “Oh God,” she moaned. “That feels good.” He pulled a breast into his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple. Her breathing grew shallow and uneven. She was grinding hard against him. “Oh
Christ,” she moaned. “Do that again.” He sucked her other nipple into his mouth and gently tugged before releasing. She threw back her head and arched her back, riding him hard and fast. He was tugging on her nipple again as her body shuddered and shook. She let out a long moan, grinding against him as she came.

  “Holy fuck,” he exclaimed, bracing his body as he grabbed onto the armrests. “That is the most powerful fucking orgasm I’ve ever felt against my…” He could barely catch his breath as her pussy pulsed against his cock. “Holy shit.” His body relaxed slightly as her contractions subsided. She leaned heavily against his body. “Are you all right?” he asked, brushing her damp hair back from her face.

  Unable to speak, she nodded.

  “That was intense,” he whispered. “It…it just about made me come,” he added, kissing her cheek. He ran his hand down her body. Her hips were still grinding softly against his pelvis. “Fuck. You want more, don’t you?”

  She gazed into his eyes. “Yes.”

  “Oh, kitten,” he whispered. “You are just too damned sexy.”

  “Will you come with me, this time?” she begged.

  “I will.”

  His hands were on her hips to help her. It wasn’t long before she was riding him hard, the pitch of her moans creeping higher and louder. The balcony doors were open, and he was certain that boaters on the lake could hear her. He urged her on, completely fascinated by how consumed she was in the moment. She was ready to come and tightened her pussy against his cock. Just as he promised, he came with her.

  * * * *

  On Monday morning Austin was on the dock, reviewing the sales of her novel. Brett sat down beside her. He glanced at the screen. “How is the new book doing?”

  She gave him a crooked smile. “It’s done well. Really well.”

  “Why don’t you write full-time?” he asked, pouring Irish cream into her coffee.

  She sat back and pondered the question. “I don’t know. I guess I like my day job. I’d hate to give it up.”

  “You should think about it,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. “You could take a sabbatical. You could come stay with me in New York, write a few novels, and then decide if you want to write full-time or keep it as a hobby.”