by Faith Starr
“This next area is rocky,” I warned, needing to move, the intensity of the moment too strong for my liking. “Please be extra careful.” I kept her hand in mine and continued to lead us to our destination.
“I think there’s a method to your madness. Now I know why you didn’t want us to take the easy route.”
What could I say? She had caught me. I winked at her.
She smiled at my cockiness but kept her hand in mine. It felt so strange to be with her, as if years hadn’t passed since we’d last been together intimately. And oddly enough, I felt as comfortable with her now as I had back then. Her hand still fit perfectly in mine too, the same way it always had.
The terrain got rough. There were several stretches where I had to put my arm around her to prevent her from slipping or tripping over loose branches low to the ground.
“I feel like I’m on Survivor,” she huffed, out of breath. “Do you mind if we take a water break?”
“Of course not. If it’s any consolation, the lake is only about three minutes ahead. It’s beautiful. I think you’re going to love it.”
She swallowed a few gulps and recapped her water bottle. I found her to be so adorable.
“Okay, then let’s move forward, so I can see this beautiful lake you speak so highly of.” She clapped her hands together with a sudden burst of energy.
With her hand in mine again, we followed the guided trail, her eyes widening when she caught sight of the magnificent scene in front of us. I had to admit, it was breathtaking. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The sun shining down over the still lake and tranquil landscape made the water sparkle like diamonds.
“Wow. This is gorgeous, Logan. Do other guests get to see this?”
“Not this view. The lake’s big. Guests get to see the lower portion. Only the Addison family and the staffers get to witness its natural beauty from this angle.”
“It’s amazing. What a great place to come and think, huh?” She continued to survey the area.
“It is. That’s why I brought you here. We can take our shoes off and put our feet in, if you’d like? The water’s usually pretty cold, but it’s refreshing.”
She nodded excitedly.
“Come.” I led her to the large rocks where I always sat when I came for visits.
She dropped down next to me, already unlacing her sneakers and pulling her socks off. I wondered how she would feel if I requested we go skinny-dipping. In my best interest, I decided against doing so.
She tiptoed over the small rocks on shore until she hit the lake. She toddled into it until knee-deep.
Mmm, I knew how to heat up those shivers of hers. My arms would do a much better job than the ones she currently wrapped around herself. Yup, plenty of items on that checklist.
With an overdose of eagerness, I tossed off my sneakers and socks and joined her.
“It feels so clean and invigorating. I love it.” She cupped some water in her hands and splashed it on her face. Some of it fell on her white T-shirt.
Damn, talk about impulse control. I couldn’t take my eyes off her hard nipples peeking through her bra underneath her damp shirt which now clung to her skin. She had no idea either, frolicking and playing in the water without a care in the world. Well, my cock most definitely had a clue, its hardness visible.
I bent my knees so my bottom half hid beneath the water. I was surprised my dick stayed so erect, the temperature of the water fucking cold as ice.
She moved about. I kept my secret to myself, getting a kick out of her relaxed and carefree nature, watching her splash about, thoroughly reveling in the goings-on.
She suddenly faced me, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. Fuck. Maybe she had caught me staring at her chest. No, I didn’t think that was the reason, even though I had no clue what went on in that intelligent mind of hers. But I learned quickly when a devious smile formed and she splashed me.
Oh, I could totally play her game, and much better. I reciprocated, my splashes more aggressive, getting her nice and wet, two words I loved together when it came to women.
She gasped. “So unfair!” She took in her wet attire and crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself.
“I never did play fair.” I was more than pleased with her T-shirt situation.
“Paybacks are a bitch, you know.” She smirked and stepped closer, doing her best irritated impression. She bent forward, placed both hands under the water, undoubtedly plotting her revenge, when she lost her balance and fell in. I rushed over and pulled her upright. Sure, we stood in the shallow and I knew she could swim, but I jumped at the opportunity to have her in my arms again, with this being a perfect excuse.
Drew broke out into a fit of hysterics. “I can’t believe I just tripped. Look at me.” She glanced at her wet clothing.
Trust me, I was.
She continued to laugh. I loved seeing her so comfortable and lighthearted. I also loved how close our bodies meshed together. I wondered whether she too felt the heat rising between us in the chilly water.
She rested her hands on my shoulders, her amusement ceasing when she caught sight of the seriousness of my expression. Hers became unreadable, but her eyes said it all. I took a giant leap of faith and brought my lips to hers.
At first she hesitated.
I snaked my arms around her waist, bringing her closer and holding her snuggly in my grasp. I couldn’t hide my erection from her any longer. She’d easily feel it pressing into her.
Her lips softened, opening to mine, allowing my tongue to slip inside and swirl around hers. One of her hands went into my hair, the other around my neck. She tasted as good as I remembered, actually better.
My hand brushed over her hip. I rested it on her ass. Too bad she had denim shorts on. It made it difficult to get a good feel, but my mind had no problem filling in all the adjectives to describe it: firm, tight, meaty. I could go on and on. Bottom line, I wanted her ass bare, as well as the rest of her body.
Our tongues devoured each other. We gyrated our hips in synchronized movements. She moaned slightly and hooked her leg around my waist. I reached for her other leg and wrapped it around me as well, her body weight now supported by mine.
She broke the kiss. “Logan, why are you doing this?”
“Because I haven’t been able to think of anything else since bumping into you last night.”
“Me neither.”
Her back arched, she tipped her pelvis into my cock, rotating it in slow circles. We stared at each other, our eyes locked tight. The back of her hand caressed my cheek.
“I’ve missed you.”
Really? I had no clue if she intentionally said the words, but I was so glad she had.
“I’ve missed you too, babe.” I hadn’t realized how much until now that I had her back in my arms. All the nameless and faceless women I had fucked over the years meant nothing because I felt nothing. My heart had remained empty, locked tight so nobody could penetrate and fill it again only to destroy it.
Here Drew and I fucked with our clothes on, and it had more fervor and earnestness to it than all the women I’d been with combined. Deep shit didn’t do justice to describe my current situation.
6
Drew
My head screamed at me to stop. My body told it to go fuck itself, to go along with the ride for as long as it lasted.
Logically, and for my own good, I should’ve been telling Logan to leave me alone. But I couldn’t. And the reason why? Because I held the same amount of love for him now as I did the first day I’d met him in the cafeteria line during our freshman year in high school. He’d cut in front of me, his hair shaggier back then, his jeans and t-shirt ripped and faded. I told him to move to the back of the line. He offered to buy me lunch. Fast forward four years to me catching him with another girl. So, as much as I loved him, I also hated him. Talk about polar opposites when it came to my feelings regarding Logan Trimble.
As long as I remained in the mind-set that while vacationing at this
ranch it was no-holds-barred, I’d be okay. Hopefully. I would merely go with the flow and see where things led—a rather challenging feat for my fragile heart.
Did I honestly have a choice? Logan’s presence in my life all those years ago had kept my heartlight aglow, whereas when he left, he’d sucked all the brightness out of it, causing darkness to fill it instead. I knew the flutters I felt being in his arms again were indicators he was reigniting it, his existence light enough to reincarnate feelings I never thought I’d be capable of experiencing again.
Here we were, standing in a lake, going at it like a couple of horny teenagers. I wasn’t sure if it was a one-time deal but I very much wanted to find out, especially since he said he’d missed me.
Insecurity quickly set in. Had he only said those words because we were in the heat of passion, because I said them first, or did he mean them?
My thoughts became too scattered to give them any more attention. My body had other ideas, writhing in ecstasy against him topping the list.
He deepened our kiss, his tongue taking charge of mine. He loved control and acted mighty confident with those skillful hands of his too.
When he raised my shirt, I shivered from his touch and the coldness of the water. He followed a direct path to my breasts hidden beneath my bra. He tweaked my hard nipple between two fingers.
“Ah.” I had forgotten how good it felt to be pleasured by someone other than myself. It had been quite a while for me.
He graced my neck with a trail of kisses, only to come back up and seize control of my lips again.
His messy brown hair got messier. I raked my hand through it, the feel of his erection rocking against me leaving me breathless, drowning in bliss.
“Fuck, Drew. I want you so bad.” He groaned against my cheek.
Yeah, I could relate. I wanted him too, but I also couldn’t get lost in this sexcapade and say things I would later regret, words such as “I never stopped loving you” and “I’ll never stop loving you.”
Every part of me felt deprived. I snaked my hand down between us, fumbling with the elastic band and tie of his shorts. He assisted, lifting the fabric a few inches off his hips so I could get to his boxers. I moved them out of the way and hallelujah, I had found my salvation.
Wow, he seemed much bigger than I remembered. Either that or my vibrator and the other men I had been with were pint-size in comparison to him.
He gently bit my lower lip. I wrapped my hand around his hardness, getting a nice, full grip. I continued to grind against him and, with the slightest amount of pressure, pumped my hand up and down over his erection, teasing the mushroom tip, the water making him smooth and slick to the touch. It was so easy to get lost in him, to him.
I better watch myself.
He released my lips and moved to my neck, where he planted sweet kisses across it.
Onward to my chest. He unclasped my bra with ease. I tilted my head back, my vision already getting hazy.
“You’re so beautiful. And these fucking breasts… My God, they’re as exquisite as I remember.”
He kissed a circle around one, then the other. He always did make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. And here he did so once again.
I brought my hand lower and cupped his sac, kneading his delicate flesh.
Being mindful of the texture of his rigid length, I explored his shaft again with swift movements. I felt somewhat out of practice. It had been a while. But from his rapid breaths against my bare skin, I assumed I did good.
He placed his mouth over my nipple, flicking it with his tongue, sucking on the soft flesh surrounding it. I couldn’t have squeezed my eyes tighter if I tried, the sensations rising inside me driving me mad with desire.
He released my breast and drove straight to the other one.
I became more vigorous with my hand, which in turn made him tug harder on my nipple with his teeth. Painful pleasure shot through me.
I mewled.
He groaned.
I rubbed myself against him with more force.
He thrust himself deeper into my palm.
The haziness intensified, a wave of ecstasy slowly rising in my pelvis only to rapidly spread itself outward to every part of my body. I shattered against him, trembling, convulsing in his arms.
“That’s it, babe. I love to see you come.”
My eyes flicked open to find his boring intently into mine. A concrete barricade wouldn’t have been able to hold back the shockwaves of pent-up sexual energy rippling through me, my body shaking, taking me back to a fantasyland where he’d kept me housed in his loving arms. Well, maybe the loving part was a fairyland my mind had conjured up, but I still went with it, cherishing the thought.
“Logan!” My eyelids snapped shut, too heavy to remain open.
“That’s it. Scream my name, Drew,” he encouraged.
“Logan!” I cried out again without the need for further prompting.
His body stilled against mine, tensing as he emptied himself into my hand.
Both of us were out of breath. I rested my forehead against his, neither one of us saying a word.
Alrighty then, let the uncomfortable aftermath begin. Yippee, I couldn’t wait.
He cupped my cheek. “See? I told you you’d love the lake.”
The lake? How about the man holding me?
At least he had broken the silence and did so lightheartedly.
“You were right.”
“I usually am.”
Playfully, I slapped his arm.
“Where are you going?” His smile died when I left for the shore.
“I’m freezing my ass off.”
“And here I thought I warmed you up.”
Ever the egomaniac.
Once on land, I checked out my see-through shirt and soaking-wet jean shorts. Questions were 99 if not 100 percent going to be asked back at the ranch.
My hair was sopping wet. I flipped it over to squeeze some of the excess water out. It would be an uncomfortable hike back, for a variety of reasons.
He joined me by the rocks, the underlying muscle tone and definition of his pecs underneath his wet T-shirt heating me up again. I breathed deeply and focused elsewhere.
Get control of yourself!
“Like what you see?”
My cheeks warmed. They were probably as red as they felt too.
“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t.” I fastened my bra and fluffed my shirt. It did nothing to shield my hard nipples.
“I like what I see.”
Naturally he stared at my breasts, my very cold ones.
I swallowed hard and sat on a rock to steady myself. He made me feel so off balance.
He stepped toward me. My heart picked up speed. I had no clue what he planned to do. He sat next to me and put his socks and shoes back on. I couldn’t help but pout as I did the same.
After he finished, he got up and extended his hand toward me. “Ready to finish the tour?”
“You mean there’s more?”
“Depends what you mean by more.” He spoke flirtatiously.
“Are you always this smooth?” I took hold of his hand and stood.
“I don’t get many complaints from the ladies.”
“I’m sure you don’t.” I hoped he didn’t hear the sarcasm in my tone. Then again, I hoped he did.
He brushed his lips against mine, causing my heart to melt a tiny bit more. So much emotion filled the air around us.
“Come on.” He tugged me forward to get moving. “There are fresh berry trees up ahead. We can pick some if you want.”
“What kind of berries?”
We strolled lazily along the trail.
“Blackberries. They’re so ripe and delicious up here.”
“Mmm. I love blackberries.”
He lit up at my comment. “You’re so adorable.”
Even though I loved hearing the words fall from his lips, I blew off his compliment. I needed to remain levelheaded.
My cloth
es stuck to me as we walked. I kept pulling them off my skin. I prayed the warm sun would help dry out our garments. I’d hate for others to see the two of us soaking wet in our clothing when we returned to the land of the living.
“Take off your shirt.” He undoubtedly noticed my constant attempt at separating my top from my bra.
My jaw dropped. “What? I’m not taking my shirt off.”
“Why not? It’s not like I haven’t seen the girls before,” he replied way too seriously.
Is he kidding me?
With a mock scowl, I regarded him. “The girls?”
“Beautiful ones too.” He winked.
Such a cutie. Seriously though, he had become a player over the years, tabloids shouting out about him and his sexcapades on a regular basis. “I prefer to keep it on.”
“Suit yourself.”
We strode about a half mile until we reached the berry bushes. There were tons of them filled with plump, ripe blackberries.
“Shouldn’t we wash them first?” I removed one from a stem and inspected it.
“Nope. No pesticides are used on these bushes. It’s nature at its finest. Go ahead and eat it.”
I popped the berry into my mouth, its juices squirting out as I bit down. “It’s so sweet.”
He chuckled at my enthusiasm. “Have as many as you want.” He picked a few and ate them as well.
“I wish we could take some back to the ranch with us.”
“Susanna grows fresh produce, herbs, and vegetables behind her house. I’ll take you to her garden. You can pick whatever you want to your heart’s content.”
Damn, I felt as though I’d scored the VIP treatment on this trip, not Logan. Let’s hear it for Kate’s honeymoon, especially since I was probably having a ton more fun than my sister. Speaking of which. “I wonder what time it is.”
I didn’t have my phone with me so had no clue how long we’d been gone.
He shrugged, which meant he didn’t have his with him either.
“Do you have to be somewhere?” He ate another berry.
“No.”
“Good. Neither do I.”
“I am a little hungry, though. I didn’t eat much at breakfast.”