Getting Wet (A Three Sisters Story Book 1)

by Kat London

  He set his drink on the coffee table, returning with his right hand on my leg. I glanced down and smiled. Long, thick fingers and perfectly manicured nails. They were going to feel amazing inside me. “Those hands look too soft for a trucker, don’t they?”

  His fingers played across the inside of my leg, sending sensations up my thighs until they burst between my legs. “I own the trucking company,” he said. His hand slowly slid up to the edge of my mini skirt. “It’s been a long time since I was in the driver’s seat.”

  I shifted closer, so his fingers slipped under the hem of my skirt. “So you used to drive one of those big tractors?”

  “Blake.” The sound of my name coming from his mouth made my skin heat up. His gaze now pointed down the unbuttoned neck of my blouse where bits of lace from my bra stared back at him. His face was flushed with excitement. “I’ve driven it all. Big rigs, logging trucks, four axles. Once I even handled a tandem trailer with two pups in the middle of a blizzard.” His hand slipped deeper under my skirt with each mention of his accomplishments until his fingers played at the edge of my panties.

  “I bet you're amazing with a stick.” My words came out raspy. The feel of his fingers so close to my pussy made me want to scream with pleasure. I slid a hand up his thigh, rounding the top and stopping right before I reached the other side. His gaze jumped from my cleavage to my eyes, as if he couldn’t believe this was really happening.

  I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his, and he immediately started kissing me back. Under my skirt, his fingers floundered at the edge of my black lacy underwear. Slowly, I spread my knees apart, guiding his hand between them. Best to let his fingers explore somewhere worthwhile.

  His other hand reached up to the back of my head, gently pulling me closer as his kisses moved to the side of my neck. A groan escaped my lips, which only gave Darian more fuel to step up his game. Soon his lips were against my cleavage, as he desperately tried to unbutton my blouse.

  “Here,” I said, pulling away. The look on his face was priceless, yearning passion, eyes drunk with lust. I stood up slowly and started unbuttoning my blouse one tiny clasp at a time. Each snap sent a feeling of power inside me as his eyes grew wider and wider. After the last button, I let my shirt fall open, revealing the black lace bra I’d specially chosen for this occasion.

  “Come here.” His voice was gruff as he leaned forward, slipping both hands up my skirt and linking a finger under the lace on either side. With a thrust, he pulled me forward, and a tiny gasp escaped my lips. He stopped instantly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “Shhh, I said, bending over and pressing a finger against his lips. “I’ll tell you if you do something I don’t like.”

  His mouth dropped open as if in disbelief. Then with a renewed urgency, he ran his hands back inside my skirt and gently tugged at the edges of my panties bringing them down to my feet. I stepped out of the one side, raising that leg beside him on the sofa. His gaze drifted between my legs eyes widening again at what could only be the site of my shaved pussy.

  “You like what you see?” I asked in a whispered voice.

  He nodded voraciously and reached for the zipper on his pants.

  “Not quite yet,” I said shaking a finger between us. “I need you to make me wetter.”

  He reached forward, grabbing me by each butt cheek, and pulled me onto his lap. I let a squeal of joy escape my lips as he placed his face between my breasts again. Kissing. Sucking. Licking. He reached up and brought my bra straps down with my blouse, leaving them entangled behind my back like soft cotton ties holding my arms behind me. Reaching for my cups, he slid them down over my breasts until both of my breasts popped free.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” He paused a moment, the cool air of the A.C. making my nipples tighten and goosebumps spread across my skin. Leaning forward, he took one of my breasts in his mouth and caressed my nipple with the warmth of his tongue.

  “Don’t stop, I groaned through gritted teeth, grinding my hips against his.

  “You like that, do you?” he whispered against my breast, sending shivers across my chest. “Let me check how I’m doing.” His other hand slipped between my legs, one finger sliding along my fold from top to bottom and back again, stopping at my clit. I started grinding against his thick finger, inviting the rest of his hand to explore. He pushed one finger inside my clit while sliding another down my fold.

  “How about that?”

  Vibrations unraveled through my body. “Yesss.” My reply slithered effortlessly through my lips.

  “How about this?” He moved another finger, massaging the entrance before slipping it inside. A moan escaped my lips as I squeezed my grip around his neck. He continued moving his fingers back and forth sliding against my clit and then down into my wet pussy. I tightened my legs against him, soaking up the sensations that exploded through my body. I dropped my head back as my moans rang out. His mouth found my other breast, but this time his teeth grazed across my nipple, sending more sensations through my body until I was sure I was going to erupt.

  “Easy there, darling. I don’t want you to cum alone.”

  With one swift move, he wrapped his hands beneath my buttocks and stood, cradling me as he moved us toward the king-sized bed. Its sheets still ruffled from where I’d sat just moments before, now spread under my knees where he set me down. One-by-one he began to unbutton his dress shirt, and I wriggled free of my constraints, letting my blouse and bra drop to the side of the bed. Then reaching up, I grabbed for his belt and pulled him closer. He quickly let go of his shirt and scrambled for his belt buckle, while I turned my attention to his chest, running my fingernails gently down his exposed skin. I finished undoing the buttons as he tossed his belt, and pulled off his shirt, dropping it to the floor as I playfully bit around his nipples. Soon his hands were sprawled across my bare back, reaching for the bottom of my mini skirt.

  “Ah, Ah,” I said, moving my hands down to his open zipper. “It’s not fair you're still dressed.” His cock pressed hard against the front of his pants as if begging to be let free. Pulling at the fabric, I helped him wriggle free of his jeans, and then bent down and turned my attention to the rock hard package inside his boxer briefs.

  As soon as I pulled down the front of his briefs, his erection sprang forward. I wrapped my lips around it, and took him into my mouth, teasing him with my tongue. His groans intensified as I reached up, running my fingers up and down his chest.

  It wasn't long before I was moaning along, when he reached around my backside and began playing with my bottom. New sensations flowed between my legs, bringing me back to the edge of orgasm. He was getting close too, rising his hips to meet my mouth every time my lips dropped to the bottom of his shaft.

  “Hold on,” he grunted. “I’m not ready to be done yet.”

  Pulling his cock from my mouth, he pushed me back against the bed, caressing the end of his cock like a prized possession. Then slowly he pulled my legs forward until he was right between them, and rubbed his cock between my legs along my slit, teasing both my clit and the promise of his thick cock inside me.

  “Fuck me,” I pleaded, raising my hips to him.

  “One more thing,” he said, leaning his face between my legs, his breath tickling my inner thighs. “I’ve been dying to know how you taste since I laid eyes on you.”

  I cried out in pleasure as his tongue ran up my pussy, exploring everything from my hole to clit. I squirmed as his lips sucked on my already swollen bud, making my body burn with desire. His hands reached up, and he entwined his fingers with mine. Before I could stop it, my body began to seize with pleasure, as I came into his mouth.

  Like a mountain lion, he jumped up, grabbing onto my wrists as his knees spread my legs further apart. Pinned beneath his hold I raised my hips, begging for his cock. His hips met mine, as he thrust himself inside me. I cried out with unbridled joy, as he quickly carried me to a second orgasm from his cock slamming against my already swolle
n clit.

  This time we came together, him deep inside me, riding me like a master driver, while I kept my grip tight, pulling him as close as possible against my naked body. With a loud cry, he picked up speed, groaning as he slammed harder and harder, our skin slapping against one another. I let out a high-pitched moan as my senses exploded, and he followed suit, with one last thrust, holding it inside me as if he’s just hit hyper-drive.

  I let go of his back, my arms falling weak beside me while he fell against my chest, breathing heavily into my ear. Like a gentleman he quickly rolled to his side, pulling his cock from inside me, and nestled himself against my neck.

  “That was amazing,” he said his breath panting against my already hot skin.

  I smiled. “It was fucking fantastic.”

  He chuckled. “Maybe we can order some room service and then play again a little later?” he asked.

  My nerves from earlier returned. I couldn’t stay the night. That was my cardinal rule. “I’m sorry,” I said, pushing myself up. “But I can’t.”

  He leaned back and propped his head up. “Why? Do you work in the morning?”

  “No.” I swung my bare legs off the end of the bed. “It’s just not good practice to spend a night with a client.”

  He chuckled. “You make this sound illicit.”

  “Not at all,” I said, looking over my shoulder and offering him another smile. My dark blond hair fell across my eyes. “A girl has to have some sort of moral compass.”

  I felt the bed shift, as I leaned forward to pick up my shirt and bra, tangled together where they lay on the floor. As I straightened up, his hands were on my shoulders, massaging gently, and his mouth was close to my ear.

  “Please stay.”

  I stood up, letting his arms drop from me as I slipped my arms into my blouse. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

  He pulled a sheet with him as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed, draping it across his lap. Reaching forward he slipped his thumbs into the top of my skirt, and shimmied me between his legs. “Are you sure.” His puppy dog eyes stared up at me, filled with want and lust as he kissed around my bare belly button.

  I put a finger on the edge of his nose before replying. “Yes, I’m sure. Even though you make it incredibly hard to say no.” I leaned over and kissed the end of his nose as he groaned loudly.

  “A girl after my own heart—you keep promises and have morals.” He tugged the bottom of my skirt back in place, then leaned back on his elbows. Small black hairs curled out from the top of the sheet, where his groin was hidden below. When my gaze met his again, a smile played at the edge of his mouth; he fully knew I was just fantasizing what lie beneath the thin white cotton between us. “Seeing as your free tomorrow, I’d like to book a one-on-one kayak trip across the lake.”

  “Sounds interesting,” I said. “What all do you want to see?”

  “I’ve got some ideas,” he said, nodding his head to the door. “I’ll let you know in the morning.”

  FIVE

  As I stacked pamphlets in the office the next morning, I couldn’t help but think about last night. In fact, since I left Darian’s suite, I hadn’t stopped thinking about last night and I’d barely had any sleep as a result of it. Mindless tasks like pamphlet stacking were about all I was good for.

  I jumped when the door dinged behind me, thinking it was him, but it was Cher. She looked hungover and worse for it. A pair of wide dark sunglasses hid her eyes, and her feet dragged as she plopped herself behind Ali’s desk and laid her head down.

  “Everything okay?” I asked, pausing mid-air with a stack of her camping flyers.

  She held one arm in the air with a thumb up, then let it fall back to the desk.

  “Let me put the coffee on,” I offered, moving to the back corner where we kept the machine. After a number of heaping scoops I hit brew, and the wonderful scent of dark roast filled the air.

  The door dinged again, this time announcing Ali. She looked more chipper than ever, and had even made time to stop at her favorite smoothie shack before coming to the office. “Good morning, ladies,” she chirped as she set her things on the edge of her desk. “What’s happening here?” she motioned toward Cher.

  “Rough night,” I explained.

  Ali nodded. “Well, nothing is going to ruin my day. I had the best sleep I’ve had in weeks.”

  “You must have got home early.”

  “Hmmm.” She shrugged, taking a sip. “Early enough. So what’s the plan for the day? I thought you weren’t scheduled?”

  “I’ve got a last minute one-on-one kayak trip,” I announced. “I’m won’t know if it’s a half-day or full-day until the client gets here.”

  Ali raised an eyebrow, searching our calendar. “As I said, it was last minute.”

  The door dinged again, finally announcing Darian’s arrival. His face lit up when he saw me, and he lifted up a basket. “I’ve brought a picnic for lunch; I hope that’s okay.”

  Ali looked from him to me, and back again. “Mmm-hmm.” She nodded. “Sounds like a full day. And I thought you hated these uniforms?”

  “It’ll work for now.” I winked before taking the basket from Darian. I mouthed a thank you across the counter, then left him to settle up with Ali. It felt weird that he was paying for our day out, but it was on company time and resources. I loaded everything up in the work Jeep, then pulled it around front and honked for him to meet me.

  “Two kayaks?” He looked disappointed when he climbed into the Jeep.

  I shrugged. “We can wait and decide when we get to the lake.”

  I took him south of town to Kananaskis Country where I knew we’d be less harassed by tourists. It wasn’t that it was an unknown drive, it was just more off the beaten trail and there were a ton of spots we could launch the kayak. I wanted all the privacy we could find. This was my first “second” date in a long time.

  On the way out, Darian’s hand reached out and took mine from where it sat on the console between us. His fingers interlaced with mine, and stayed that way for the entire ride.

  “I hope you aren’t allergic to anything,” he said. “I had the restaurant do up a basket for us. There are some strawberries, a charcuterie board, and some different cheeses.”

  “Sounds fancy,” I said, thinking back to his room. “Just how much money do you plan to throw around while you’re here?”

  “Hey,” he said, feigning offense, “I just haven’t had anyone to throw it around at in a long time. Indulge me. I’ve worked my ass off for twenty years; I think it’s time I spend it as I please.”

  “Deal,” I said, raising my hand from the wheel in submission.

  He quickly grabbed the steering wheel with his free hand, and steadied the Jeep. “That doesn’t mean I’m looking to end things anytime soon.”

  “I hope not.” I glanced at him and winked. “Now stop distracting me and let me drive.”

  ***

  We pulled into a small section of gravel that sat at the edge of Goat Pond. We weren’t far from town, but were just far enough to make it feel like we were the only two people in the world. Darian helped me unload a kayak, which we tucked the basket of food inside before taking it out into the water.

  “Have you ever kayaked before?” I asked.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said. “I promise not to capsize us.”

  I laughed. “As long as you know how to roll, I won’t be worried.”

  “Roger,” he said.

  “And don’t ever call me ma’am again.”

  We carried the kayak together, setting it in the dark, cold waters. “Shouldn’t we launch from shore?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “No, a kayak is more stable when it’s all in the water. Are you ready?”

  He nodded, and I motioned for him to get in first. Darian proved to be less awkward than I expected, slipping into the boat with ease. I handed him his paddle, and then braced myself with mine, as I lowered my legs into my seat.

  “And we’
re off!” he announced.

  As we rode out into the water, I helped paddle to get us going. Eventually, we’d developed an even rhythm, and the current helped to push us along. I couldn’t help but be in awe by our surroundings. The quiet sounds of the lake as the water lapped against our boat and the odd cry of a loon somewhere in the distance; all of this under the shadow of the great Rocky Mountains, that towered far above us in the sky. This was part of what had kept me in Canmore for the last two years, its powerful and untouched beauty where adventures could be found in any corner.

  As we toured across the lake, I watched Darian working his paddle, each stroke perfectly timed. The muscles along his arms flexed each time the oar hit the water, working through the stroke until it broke through the surface and rose to enter again up ahead. Sometimes he paused, placing the paddle across his front, and I knew he was looking up at the mountain peaks with the same awe that I had. We might come from two different worlds, but we definitely had the same appreciation for our surroundings.

  “Let’s stop up there.” I pointed out a section of beach ahead of us, where the pines lined its back like a fence keeping the area private. We’d been on the water for over an hour by this time, and had yet to see any other signs of human life. I took that as a sign.

  I helped Darian steer us toward the shore, and within minutes we were pulling the kayak up onto the rocks with us. Darian retrieved the basket, and I pulled out a blanket I kept for longer trips like this. Mind you it was usually me and a small group when I was kayaking. This was my first one-on-one.

  Once our blanket was laid, we sat together with the picnic basket between us. I reached inside and pulled out a container filled with strawberries and popped open the lid. I pulled one of the tiny dark red berries out of the container and held it between us. “I think you forgot to inform me that they were chocolate covered strawberries?”