by Kelly Alexis
"Want a nightcap?" Frisco asked.
"Sounds good."
"Have you met Joshua yet?"
"Yes, when I first checked in."
"He's the best. Usually has some good music playing and can make any drink. Ready?"
We stripped off our borrowed outerwear and left them just inside the back door then crossed the hall to the lounge.
Located on the floor below the foyer, great room, and restaurant, the lounge had a large deck with tables and umbrellas, but no one dared brave the cold tonight, even with a half-dozen top-hat heaters. Inside, cut mountain-slate floors and a combination of oak and stone walls accented the smallish seating areas scattered randomly around the lounge. A regulation-sized pool table with a dark red surface was on the end near the stairway. LED spotlights provided ambient lighting without overwhelming the intimacy. The top of the bar was some sort of quartz that allowed colored lights beneath it to shine through. They slowly changed from red to yellow to blue, making the thin layer of rock sparkle and glow.
I looked around, impressed with the design. It was a beautiful combination of quality and comfort. The lounge was surprisingly busy for one o'clock in the morning, but everyone was clustered in the private booths, leaving all the bar stools bare. I recognized Joshua behind the bar. "He looks like Harry Connick, Jr., only younger," I commented in a whisper.
"A young Harry Connick, Jr.?" Frisco laughed. "He'll appreciate that. I'll let him know."
I hit him on the arm. "No, you won't."
"Shit, no. Okay, I won't." Frisco grabbed his arm, pretending to be injured.
"Frisco!" Joshua waved us over.
"How's it going?" Frisco asked. They fist bumped over the bar. "I think you've already met Samantha. By the way, hands off; I saw her first."
Frisco's tone was proud and with just the right touch of possessiveness. It made me feel awesome.
I reached over the bar and offered my fist, which Joshua lightly and respectfully tapped. "Nice to see you again, Samantha."
"Frisco says you're the best bartender he's ever seen," I told him.
"And Sami says you look—" Frisco started to say, but I punched him in the arm again, this time a little harder.
"Frisco always has a kind word. Why did you hit him?" Joshua turned to me.
"You'll have to ply me with alcohol before I'll tell."
"That's my specialty." Joshua waved us toward the bar stools. "Have a seat and keep me company."
We slid onto two of the leather-covered swivel stools.
"Nobody wants any advice or bar chatter tonight?" Frisco asked.
"They've all deserted me. Everyone has found a friend. What can I get you?"
"What do you recommend?" Frisco pulled a bowl of pretzels closer and took a handful.
"I've got something that's cool, smooth, and soothing. It's made with Blue Bell butter-pecan ice cream topped off with a touch of nutmeg and a drizzle of hot fudge."
"My God, how many calories?" I gasped.
Joshua's gaze swept my body appreciatively. "You don't have to worry about calories."
Frisco snapped his fingers in front of Joshua. "Eyes over here, buddy."
Joshua just grinned at me. He was clearly not intimidated by Frisco.
"I'll take one," I hurried to say. It was cool to be the center of attention from two such gorgeous guys, but I knew it was all part of the Breathless customer-satisfaction plan.
"Make it two." Frisco signaled with two fingers up.
Joshua started mixing the ingredients. "What did you do today, if I can ask?"
"We went up to the manor," Frisco answered.
"Isn't Wyatt an amazing singer? I tried to get him down here, but Blake wouldn't have it."
"You'd think the biggest venue would have the best entertainment," Frisco remarked.
Joshua nodded and turned the blender on while keeping his hand on the lid. The mixture spun in the container for the better part of a minute. He stopped the motor, disengaged the glass container, and poured the thick, creamy liquid into two tall glasses. After a drizzle of hot fudge and a shake of nutmeg on top of each, he set them in front of us on bar napkins. "Cheers!"
"Thank you," we said in unison, which brought a smile to our faces as we lifted the glasses to our lips. Joshua went to the other end of the bar to take an order from a customer on his way to his room, picking up a drink to go.
"Yum. This is delicious," I said, licking the frothy mustache off my top lip.
"Let me do that," Frisco offered, and he leaned forward and half licked, half kissed my lips. "Yes. All gone. Now take another drink."
I playfully pushed him away. "I can handle this. I'll let you lick anything you want later."
"It's a deal." He gave me a flirty wink then took a drink from his glass.
"Well, good evening."
Frisco and I both jumped, then whirled around to see Blake standing behind us. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. How much had he overheard?
But Blake, being the gentleman he was, didn't indicate he had heard anything inappropriate. "How are you finding Breathless?" He smiled and focused on me.
"Hello, Mr. Ryan," I managed to answer. "Your resort is like nothing I've ever stayed at before."
"I assume you've met some interesting people, then?"
"You have the most amazing staff."
"I agree. We've been lucky enough to attract the best." He glanced over at Frisco. "And Mr. Thorne. Your suite is comfortable?"
Frisco laughed and looked for my reaction as he answered, "I suppose it is, sir. I haven't spent much time there."
I flushed again, and Frisco hurried to add, "I mean, there are so many activities here that I've stayed quite busy."
"Excellent. It's important that my guests experience new things and meet new people. Everyone arrives knowing what they don't want, and they leave knowing what they do."
"That's an interesting way to put it," I commented. "And I agree."
"That's good to hear. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable." Blake smiled at both of us. "Enjoy your drinks." He gave a friendly nod toward Joshua, who was still at the end of the bar, then he moved off to talk to some of the other guests.
"He called you Mr. Thorne. I would have thought you, as an employee, would be on a first-name basis."
"Blake's European. They're a little more formal than we are," he explained.
"I guess you must like working here." I focused on my drink, pretending it was casual conversation, but I was truly curious.
Frisco smiled. "So far, so good. But this is the first time I've been to this resort. I got in just a day before you did."
"But everyone seems to know you." I thought back to Erika and Dimitri, not to mention Joshua. They all acted like they were best buddies.
"I'm just a friendly guy," Frisco offered as an explanation that didn't really explain anything.
Joshua returned and took a wine stem from the glass washer. He polished it with a soft white towel before reaching up to hang it on a wire rack behind the bar.
"I'll bet you hear a lot of strange stories," I commented, hoping to find out more about Frisco and his peculiar career choice.
"A shitload," Joshua agreed with a nod.
"Such as?" I asked.
"What surprises me is how few people regret being single again. Everyone seems to be glad to be rid of their ex. That doesn't speak very highly of marriage, does it?"
"You're not going to hear an argument from me," I told him, and I meant it. I wasn't sure I'd ever give marriage another try. Now that I'd had the best with Frisco, there was no way I'd settle for another Kevin, and from my experience, there were a lot more Kevins out there than Friscos.
Joshua noticed our empty glasses. Without asking, he opened the freezer and started scooping ice cream into the blender. "In my opinion, by the time people get here, they're so glad to be past the divorce that they just want to celebrate. Let loose. And it's not so much about
them finding someone else as it is about them finding themselves."
Frisco nodded. "That's profound. I think you hit the nail on the head."
Joshua turned on the blender, then poured the mixture into our glasses, topping them with hot fudge and nutmeg before setting them in front of us. "Here you go, guys, number two. Enjoy."
"What are these called?" I asked, stirring the mixture with my straw.
"It's a Brandy Alexander, one of my personal favorites," Joshua replied. He replaced our bar napkins with fresh ones, then wandered off to handle another order from the wait staff.
I stared at my glass for a moment before finally admitting, "I'm a little confused."
Frisco set his glass down and turned toward me, his hand resting on my knee. "About what?"
"I was curious about the exact chronology of your love life. What came first, your breakup or being a gigolo? And how long at each?"
He considered his answer carefully before speaking. "The breakup came first. I did a lot of soul searching and decided that I could be a great date, but I just wasn't good at relationships." He took another drink.
"And you're not going to tell me how long?"
"No, I'm not. I've been a gigolo less time than I was involved with my ex, if that helps. But no, no more details. It doesn't matter, remember? I'm a rental."
A rental, I thought. It was a stark reminder of our situation. If that was how he wanted to play it, then I wouldn't argue. Tonight was almost over, and I didn't want to waste another minute of it. I leaned over, and as he closed in for a kiss, I slid my hand up his leg and grabbed his balls.
Chapter 10
I entered the Fantasy Suite ahead of Frisco and flipped on the fireplace.
"Are you cold?" he asked.
"A little," I admitted. I pulled off my boots and backed up next to the fire, lifting one foot at a time to warm them.
"I think we should check out the hot tub." Frisco pulled the drapes open to the deck.
I glanced outside a little doubtfully. I knew how cold it had been in the sleigh. In the hot tub, we wouldn't be able to bury our heads under blankets.
He opened the door to the deck and threw back the cover on the tub before squatting down and swishing his hand through the water. "It's really warm." He looked up and noticed the control panel on the wall near the door. "I'm turning on the deck heater," he said loudly enough for me to hear.
"Did you say deck heater?"
"I don't want you getting cold feet." Frisco looked up at the sky. "The moon is up now, and it's really nice out here."
"I don't know—"
"I think when you squeezed my balls in the bar, you made me a promise, and I intend to collect. Let's give it a few minutes to warm the deck."
The only promise I'd made had nothing to do with freezing my buns off naked outside. But if Frisco wanted to try it, I wasn't going to be a spoilsport. "You're excited about this, aren't you?"
"What man wouldn't be excited? A beautiful woman, naked in a hot tub."
"I could name a few."
"They don't count. This is just about you and me."
I couldn't argue with that.
"It should be interesting, you know, the contrast of hot and cold being so extreme." He gave me a crooked grin. Then, before I could answer, he pulled his sweater over his head, followed by his T-shirt, leaving his dark brown hair charmingly rumpled.
He kicked off his boots and removed his socks, tossing them aside. I watched, completely enthralled by the impromptu striptease. I felt my mouth go dry when he released the buckle on his pants, unzipped the zipper, and let his pants fall to his ankles. He stood, beautifully naked, his thick cock already half erect, his well-toned body bronze except for a white band from his waist to mid-thigh where his swimsuit had blocked the sun. He did a little hip shake that sent his cock swinging playfully. "I promise to keep you warm."
It would have taken someone with a lot more willpower than I had to resist an offer like that. Without further hesitation, I stripped off my clothes and stood in front of him, allowing him the same freedom to check me out as I had him. I smiled appreciatively as I watched his cock harden and rise.
"Yes, I think you will." I wrapped my fingers around his engorged cock and stroked its impressive length before gripping it tighter and pulling him along with me to the deck. "I suddenly have an irresistible urge to check out the hot tub."
As soon as we stepped outside, the cold air wrapped around us like a nor'easter, but our feet were warm on the cedar floorboards. Steam rose from the hot tub, and we crossed the short space as quickly as we could.
I stepped in and slid down until the hot water was up to my chin. Frisco turned on the jets, then sloshed in beside me. It was gloriously warm, and I lay back and let my body float. Frisco did the same, and we lay there, suspended on the rolling bubbles while LED lights changed colors below us and the moon lit up the sky above us. As Nicole had mentioned, a glass wall allowed us a clear view while blocking the wind and the observation of anyone who happened to be looking up at us.
Frisco had switched all the lights off in my suite, so there were no artificial lights to dim the visual effect of the pitch-black sky with a bright round ball of a moon and billions of stars clustered so thickly that, in spots, they looked like clouds. I had never seen anything like it except in movies, and I'd always assumed they had enhanced the sky with special effects.
"It's spectacular. Thanks for suggesting this," I told him. My hair drifted freely behind me, and I felt like a mermaid swimming in a dark sea.
There was something incredibly sensuous about the warm water lapping against my naked body while the tips of my breasts, my face, and my toes were open to the frigid air. Suddenly, I felt a hot mouth close around one freezing nipple. Frisco's tongue circled the pink peak, then suckled it greedily. An electric current streaked through me, and I almost sank, but his hand came up beneath me to support me. I lay there, suspended weightlessly while he licked and nipped and sucked my nipples, moving from one to the other and back again.
I was vaguely aware of his fingers sliding inside me, my wetness even slicker than the water bubbling around me. "That feels so good." I relaxed and put my trust in his capable hands. Without his support, I probably would have drowned, because my brain shut down, overwhelmed by the sensory intensity.
But this time, I wanted more than his fingers. I forced my buoyant legs down until they wrapped around his waist. Frisco shifted until his hands cupped my ass. He guided me down until I felt the smooth tip of his cock probing the throbbing opening of my vagina. He slid in easily, burying deep inside me until I felt him hit the wall of my womb. I tightened my legs, holding myself there for a moment, savoring the sensation of feeling his hard flesh pulsing against mine.
To my dismay, he pulled completely out, but apparently, he had other plans. He rolled me over. I grabbed hold of the coping around the rim of the hot tub and held on as he lifted my hips up to cock height. He spread my legs and moved between them until I felt the swollen head of his penis rubbing along the crack between my butt cheeks, passing my asshole before nudging into the opening of my vagina. I glanced back, and he paused.
He didn't speak, but the questioning look in his eyes clearly asked, Okay?
Kevin hadn't been very experimental. He was pretty committed to the missionary position, so doing it doggy-style was new to me. But I trusted Frisco wouldn't do anything to hurt me, and I was curious to see how it would feel, so I nodded and braced my arms.
He eased inside me, and I adjusted my hips so he could have maximum penetration. It was a totally different sensation with him thrusting into me from behind. It was primal…animalistic, and it felt fucking good. Every plunge brought us both closer to ecstasy. Our passion had been building all evening, and Frisco pumped me with enough ferocity that we created a hurricane of whitecaps and splashing waves. His hands squeezed my hip bones, and I could hear his ragged breath behind me. I missed not being able to see his face, but this almost anonym
ous mating was incredibly exciting. Our bodies rocked back and forth until he exploded inside me. The heat of his semen and the force of its expulsion pushed me over the precipice, and I cried out like a wild creature baying at the moon.
He bent over me, dropping kisses on my shoulders and neck as he pulled me against him. Together, we slid back into the water. In the circle of his arms, I rolled over until I was facing him, and we drifted, bound together by the most perfect fuck either of us had ever had.
Or, at least, it was for me. I had no idea of Frisco's experiences, because he refused to discuss them with me, but he had clearly enjoyed our mating. He rolled onto his back, and we floated together, side by side, our arms interlocked as our bodies calmed. By the time we finally climbed out and sprinted across the heated floor to get inside my suite, we were both physically and emotionally drained.
Frisco dried me off as if I were a two-year-old then tucked me into bed. After drying himself, he made sure everything was turned off before he crawled in beside me. I wiggled closer, not only seeking the warmth of his body but the pleasure of being in his arms. And we slept with the deep slumber of two people completely satiated.
Chapter 11
I woke first. It was morning, but the sun wasn't shining very brightly, so I had no idea what time it was. I couldn't see the clock without rolling over, and I didn't want to risk waking Frisco up just yet.
He was lying on his stomach with his head turned toward me on the pillow and his arms over his head. He had kicked off all the covers except for a corner of sheet that was draped over his waist, leaving most of his fabulous body open to my greedy gaze.
He really was one of the most attractive men I'd ever met. Long, athletic legs dusted with dark hair, beautifully rounded white buns, broad, muscular shoulders, all spectacular. His hair was rumpled and fell across his forehead, making him look even more appealing. Even though his handsome face was relaxed in sleep, making him look years younger, his features were strong and masculine.
My heart did a little flip-flop, and I realized that I had strong feelings for this man, this gigolo, this completely unavailable creature who had given me the best weekend of my life.