Perfection #2

by Claire Adams

  "No, thank you. I think I have had enough for now." More uncomfortable silence. I might as well make the best of it; my brain searched for conversational topics. I mean the whole weekend couldn't be about sex could it? "You are in Kansas City so often I'm surprised that you do not live there. When do you go home?"

  "I go home as often as I can which is never as much as I like, but traveling is part of the job. I actually live in Des Moines but I am home about one week out of the month. I am looking forward to getting away from everything for a little while this weekend. Do you travel much?"

  "Not in a very long time. My whole life has been all about school for the past few years." The airplane took off down the runway and my stomach lurched. Take off and landings were my least favorite part of air travel.

  "Not a fan of flying?"

  "It's a long story. At least it is only a short flight. Tell me about the cabin. You say it is a lakeside cabin?" Think about something else, anything else. I smiled at Bullet. He was a handsome man even if I was not a huge fan of his at times.

  "Yes. My cabin is right beside Blue Springs Lake, I have a few acres there. There are some great views if the conditions are right. Morning fog can be a problem this time of year but once it burns away, you will see an endless stretch of trees and a smooth, glassy lake. Are you much of a naturist?" Bullet ran his hands through his dark wavy hair. He looked intently at me.

  "If I could spend every minute outdoors I would. I love being outside- that is why I spend so much time with my sporting club. I have been to Heritage Lake quite a few times but never Blue Springs. I can’t wait to see it. Do you think we will have time to do some sightseeing?"

  Bullet's deep laugh gave me a clue about his intentions. If he had his way, I figured we would be indoors all weekend. I flushed a little suddenly feeling very aware that I had left my panties at home. "I am sure we will have some time to check out the local flora and fauna. Did you bring your camera?"

  I shook my head. "No I was kind of in a rush—last-minute crisis with my friend Kate. I forgot all about it. Oh well."

  "No worries," Rafe piped in, "you can borrow our camera. Just ignore any photos you see on there. Some may be quite shocking. Eve is a bit of a camera fanatic and I think her favorite subject is me. Isn't that right, Eve?" The tiny woman beside him flashed her white teeth.

  Those two made me uncomfortable. I did not even know why Bullet felt the need to invite them. Did he owe Rafe a favor or something? I hope he didn't have anything weird in mind. I was not going to be coerced into some sort of foursome or threesome. I took a peek at Bullet but he was staring out the window lost in his own thoughts. He looked like a model in his white linen shirt and tan pants. He wore casual leather shoes and a silver chain on his wrist. As always, Dr. Bullet Steinmann smelled like a million bucks. Sometime this weekend, I hoped to find out exactly what kind of cologne he wore.

  I stretched my legs in front of me; they were sore from spin class that morning. My trainer, Gina, knew how to make me sweat. Rafe, who sat directly across from me smiled and stared at my legs Instinctively, I tucked them under my seat and looked away. Bullet continued to stare out the window and Rafe continued to stare at me. Eve was just happy to be there smiling at all of us, probably wondering what we were saying.

  I closed my eyes and pretended that I was back at my audition. The streams of music from the audition piece played in my head. I felt peaceful again. It did not take long for that peace to be broken. The couple across from me decided to engage in what I can only describe as an intense make out session. At first it was just a passionate kiss, which was easy to ignore but the couple didn't stop there. Eve made little noises while she kissed Rafe and his hands flew everywhere, on her breasts, neck and you-name-it. Oh my God! Is anyone else seeing this?

  I looked nervously at the two men across the aisle forced to watch this excessive display of affection. One was asleep and the other was definitely entertained. Thankfully, he had a blanket covering his lap but I could see his hand moving. I didn't make eye contact. Bullet whispered to me, "Don't let them bother you. Rafe can get carried away sometimes but he's harmless, just a bit of a show off."

  "Aren't you going to say something to him? I mean, he is drawing some attention here. They could have at least gotten seats that weren't facing everyone." I felt my cheeks burning pink. I was just about ready to ask them to stop myself.

  "Would it surprise you to know that Rafe requested those seats? He likes people to watch him; kind of a performance artist in a way." His breath was warm on my neck and I felt my body respond to his closeness, however, my brain wasn't on board yet.

  "What? You mean you knew he did this kind of stuff?" Bullet did not answer me, just flashed me his surreptitious smirk.

  He stroked my cheek with his finger and Rafe paused long enough to smile at us. Candy, the "friendly" air hostess whispered something to the couple and they stopped their romantic shenanigans. Rafe's light skin was red from the physical contact with Eve's tinted lip gloss. He seemed oblivious, just happy—and proud. Eve snuggled up to him and closed her eyes. The pilot announced our approach to the airport. Thank God! I could not wait to get out of here. So far, my "fantasy" weekend was not turning out the way I wanted it.

  Chapter Eight

  Bullet

  From the plane to the ferry, Lilly had not said a word. At my request, Rafe and Eve took a separate car. She was furious and the situation called for some smoothing over. It was going to be a long twenty-minute ride across the lake to the cabin. Maybe I had overplayed my hand by inviting Rafe and his partner. I honestly had no plans of luring her into bed with them — on the contrary, I wanted her all to myself. We sat in the rental car on the deck of the ferry with the other couple in the car behind us. It was completely dark now with only a few stars in the sky. Here I was sitting next to the girl of my dreams and she was not talking to me.

  "Care to do some stargazing? The view can be breathtaking out here in the middle of the lake with no lights around to dim the lights overhead." She did not answer me but sat in the car with her arms and legs crossed staring out the window. I waited a minute but she did not respond. Cursing, I climbed out of the vehicle and walked to the railing. The water from the lake sloshed against the boat as it began to move. The ferry ride over to the cabin only took a few minutes but every time I experienced the sensation of the waves sloshing and the gentle lake breeze, it felt like I was leaving the world behind. You have no one to blame but yourself. Why did I invite Rafe? It was almost as if I wanted to sabotage myself — sabotage any relationship I may have with Lilly. Yeah, that is exactly what happened.

  I heard the car door open behind me and felt her near me. The breeze caught her hair and lifted it gently from her shoulders. I looked at her but did not say anything. She was still pissed — that much was clear, but at least she was standing next to me.

  "Why are we here? Why am I here?" She moved a strand of hair out of her face and stared at me with her vivid green eyes. I stuck my hands in my pockets and sighed. What could I say? I am just a jerk? I was that.

  "You are here because I wanted you to be here. Why did you come?" It was her turn to be a little honest. "Why did you agree to come out here with me? As you've pointed out, you aren't broke and you think you are better than me."

  "I never said I was better than you. Don't put words in my mouth." She stomped her foot on the deck of the boat and her hand flew to her hip defensively.

  We stood under a rising moon and glistening stars but the beauty of our surroundings was wasted. I suddenly felt angry. Why was I doing this? It was obvious that Lilly Brightwood was uptight and not the free-thinking, free-loving woman I thought she was. Why had I bothered to bring her here? Once again, a woman disappointed me. As if she read my mind, she said, "I'm not a prude, Bullet, but I feel like you play mind games with me."

  "Fair enough." I did not really want to talk but it looked like she wanted to.

  "First, you lie to me. Then you practically
blackmail me into coming and then when I get here, I find out that," she lowered her voice as if they could hear her from the car, "Mr. Exposure and his Giggly Girlfriend will be joining us for the weekend! I mean, what the hell, Bullet?"

  "Lilly, are we going to rehash this all weekend? I have already apologized and explained my motivation for lying. I meant what I said but I have nothing to add to that. I never blackmailed you; I simply made you an offer. If you have changed your mind or you change your mind during any moment this weekend, please tell me. I will be happy to drive you back to the airport. You are not a prisoner here but someone I am interested in. I asked you to maintain my interest just for the weekend." My temperature was rising and my temper. Deep breaths, Bullet. "As far as Rafe and Eve go, well I owed him a favor. He heard about my cabin from a mutual friend and asked if he could come the next time I came up. So, I called him. I knew he was demonstrative but I didn't know he was a full on performer." Okay, so I lied a little. It seemed to make her happy because her expression softened.

  She leaned against the wind; we were approaching the peer. "Oh, I thought it was something like that."

  "I'm not interested in Rafe or his friend — I am interested in you." I leaned my back against the railing and smiled at her. I pulled her close, my hands around her small waist. She did not struggle but she didn’t get closer either. The ferry gave a toot and the moment was gone. "I guess we better get back in the car. We're almost there." On my way back, I glanced at Rafe who had his seat nearly all the way back and was enjoying a blowjob from the eager-to-please Eve. Lucky bastard.

  The ferry landed at the dock and I carefully drove the car off the boat and down the driveway to the cabin. The lights from the cabin shone like a beacon against the black around it. We were truly isolated down here. The nearest house was over a mile away. I paid a pretty price for this place but the privacy alone made it worth it. I would never tell her this but Lilly was the first woman I brought here. I didn't try to figure out why.

  We pulled into the parking spaces and I popped the trunk to remove the luggage. Rafe met me, looking satisfied and happy. "Your woman seems a bit uptight. Perhaps I should send Eve up to you this evening?" I half believed that Rafe was kidding but his serious look proved to me that he wasn't. I tried not to laugh — as if I would be interested in Eve. My standards were far higher than rates. No, I knew what I wanted. It might take some work but Lilly would be mine.

  "As intriguing as your offer is, I must decline. Thank you. I think our supper is ready. I hope you are hungry?"

  "I am always hungry!" Rafe laughed aloud and together we strolled into the cabin with the luggage; the ladies were behind us.

  I was proud of the house. The wooden floors gleamed and the soft lighting set the tone for a sexy weekend, at least I hoped it would be something like that. I would hate to be frustrated all weekend long. I wasn't going to play coy with her—she knew why she was here.

  "Andre has some supper ready. If you all would like to freshen up a bit, I will show you your rooms—they are upstairs. Let's meet for supper in about 30 minutes. After that, you'll be on your own."

  I gave Rafe and Eve a nice large room to share, complete with a fireplace and a king-sized bed. I toyed with the idea of making Lilly stay with me but after our trip here, I knew that wouldn't fly. I showed her a smaller room, next to mine but it was equally nice. No fireplace but there was a relaxing Jacuzzi tub. "If you need anything, I'm right next door."

  "Thanks, Bullet. This looks like a lovely room." Her sweet smile warmed my heart and other areas of my body.

  "Do you think we could talk before dinner?"

  She opened the door to her room and looked back at me. "Sure, that sounds great. See you in five minutes?"

  "That works for me. Why don't you stop by my room? Like I said, I'm just next door." I joked with her. She laughed aloud and I left her to unpack.

  I didn't unpack much, just hung some clothes in the closet and slid some casual clothing in a drawer. I heard a tap and opened the door. It was Lilly- she had changed into blue jeans and a fitted t-shirt. She looked incredible—even casual. Good enough to eat. Hmm...now there's a thought.

  "How is your room? Do you need anything? Towels?"

  "I think I have everything I need but thank you for being such a gracious host. When did you buy this place?" Lilly walked around the room, admiring the pictures of the lake and the big windows that overlooked it.

  "A few years, three I think. I am ashamed to say I have only been up here once or twice a year. It really is gorgeous—I can't wait for you to see it in the daytime. It can get pretty dark out here at night. If you're afraid of the dark, I'm right here. I will leave a light on for you."

  "Just when I think you are human..."

  I didn't touch her even though I wanted to. "I have to know, have you changed your mind about our deal? You keep my interest tonight, tomorrow night and Sunday and I will give you exactly what you want — the breast job of your dreams, right?"

  She paused at the window, turned and smiled at me. “You really want me, don’t you?” I felt my penis stiffen slightly and my nipples hardened against my linen shirt. In a whisper, I confessed the truth.

  “Yes.” It wasn’t a secret. I didn’t know what she wanted from me.

  “Okay,” Lilly pulled off her shirt and tossed it on my four poster bed. “Show me how much.”

  I didn’t have to be asked twice.

  Chapter Nine

  Lilly

  Bullet strode across the room and stood in front of me. His deep blue eyes were hungry—hungry for me. His hands gripped my upper arms and guided me closer to him. As soon as his lips landed on mine, I knew this was right. I wanted him as much as he declared his hunger for me. We were frantic, not waiting, no seduction—I didn’t want that right now. I didn’t want to think about anything. Not the trip over here, not the audition, not Bullet and his lying ways. I just wanted his body, his hard, perfect body. My hands flew over the buttons of his shirt while I kissed his lips, then his chest. I loved the smoothness of his chest—I had forgotten how smooth he was. I slid his shirt off him and he unhooked my bra with expert skill. The clothing sailed through the air and with fervor; we liberated one another of the rest of our clothes.

  I stepped back to look at him. Neither one of us was smiling; he had a serious, determined look—so did I. He was all man, sturdy thighs, a trim waist and well, yeah, a nice package. It was my turn to be the aggressor and I could tell he liked it. I pulled him to the bed and sat on the edge. I kissed him, and then pushed his lips down to my chest. I wanted his lips on me. He didn't hold back. He showered my breasts with kisses and spent a few extra minutes on my nipples. They responded to his touch like they remembered him. He enjoyed himself but I had to stop him—it was time, I was ready! I had to know if the attraction was real or something I imagined in a Cosmo haze at the Red Velvet Rope Room.

  No words were said, we didn’t need to chat.

  Bullet thrust his sturdy male part in me and I gasped. He felt warm, velvety and oh, so good. My arms went around his waist instinctively and I welcomed the fullness of him. After a few minutes, I leaned forward to accommodate him. He couldn't be the only one having all the fun. Feeling even bolder, I pushed my hips in rhythm with Bullet's—this excited him even more. Bullet knew how to handle the female body, his hands moved where they needed to, his lips fueled my ardor. My hands were in his silky hair, which smelled like cedar and sandalwood. I felt the smooth slopes of his shoulders. The definition of his arms thrilled me.

  I pressed my lips against his neck and kissed him right below his ear. I felt him shudder under my kiss and it empowered me. "That's it? That's all you got?" I purred in his ear. Before I knew what was happening, he pulled away from me, his face glistening with sweat. With a mischievous grin, he turned me over so my bottom faced him. I tried to scamper away, just to tease him but he wasn't having any of it. Bullet grasped my hips and pumped deep; my back arched and I felt a growing warmth in my
erogenous zones. He went deeper, keeping his movements controlled and smooth. "Oh, oh!" I couldn't help myself. I wasn't normally a screamer but I felt like a wildcat released from a cage. "Yes!" Before I knew it, I was panting, quivering with pleasure. The lights blurred around me and I allowed myself to slip away into euphoria.

  Sensing my release, he allowed himself to take his pleasure. In just a few more strokes, he whispered in a hoarse voice, "Lilly..." We both collapsed on the comfortable bed, breathless and completely spent.

  His phone buzzed in his pants that we'd left on the floor. Bullet didn't make a move to retrieve it. The dark waves around his face were damp with sweat. I reached over and touched his lip with my finger and he kissed it. Bullet's wide smile returned. "Are you hungry?"

  "I'm famished. Do I have time to get a shower?" I asked hopefully.

  He leaned up on the bed and peered at the alarm clock at his bedside. "Not really, I hired a chef for this weekend and he's a bit of a fusspot. There's no need to dress up, it's just the four of us, I don't think Rafe and Eve care what you look like." I forgot about those two. Feeling a chill, I pulled the cover around me. He wasn't in a hurry to move and neither was I.

  "I'm looking forward to spending the weekend with you. I don't think you will have any problem keeping me interested." His tone was different, more real, less smarmy. I liked that. Propping up on one arm, I tossed my hair back behind my shoulder and out of my face. This guy, the relaxed, real guy, that's the guy I liked. I did not want to see the other guy—the pompous, lying ass who he sometimes was. He kissed me and slid out of the bed looking for his clothing. I watched him get dressed. He did not seem to mind. He kindly returned me my bra, panties and the rest of my clothing. "I'm going to tidy up and I will see you downstairs in just about five minutes." I bounced off the bed and shimmied on my purple satin panties. Bullet reached for something on the nightstand and smacked me on my bottom playfully as he walked past me.

  "Hey! Cut that out!" Pretending offense by Bullet's playfulness, I smiled at him to show him that it did not bother me. "I'm going to my room now. I'll see you downstairs in five." At the doorway, I turned and said, "Will you take a shower with me after supper?"