WIFE FOR A PRICE

by Kathryn Thomas

  “Who are you then, if you’re not a musician?” she asked, and Devin suddenly laughed a little.

  “Hard to explain, Camille.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest. His hair was blowing in the breeze so that his dark curls were now lying messily on top of his head. His brown eyes were dark and deep, his jaw was clenched, and yet he had a soft grin on his face.

  “Try me,” she said defiantly, and Devin took a deep breath.

  “I’m an entrepreneur. That is the best way to describe it,” he told her so quietly that she could barely hear him over the noise of the crashing waves.

  Camille bit down on her lip, she couldn’t keep looking at him any longer. He was too handsome, and his eyes on her did something to her body that she had no control over. He made her body shake, even from a distance.

  “I’m sorry Camille, but that is all I can tell you right now. You’ll just have to trust me.”

  She nodded. It was only fair. It wasn’t like he knew everything about her; she still had the comic book secret. And oddly enough, she did trust him. She didn’t feel threatened by him. Instead, she felt like she was as safe as she could possibly be around him.

  When she hadn’t replied to him for several seconds, Devin suddenly smiled.

  “I feel like a swim,” he said, and right in front of her, she watched as he took off his leather jacket and flung it on the sand. That was the first time she saw the tattoos. They were intricate, dense and formed sleeves on both his arms. His biceps were muscular and strong, and they flexed now as he started unbuttoning his pants too.

  “What are you doing?” Camille asked, dropping the shoes she was still holding in her hands.

  “Going for a swim,” he stated matter of factly. He still had the same smile on his face when his pants dropped to his ankles. Camille felt her eyes widen when she saw him, naked, in all his glory. His legs were chiseled like a Greek marble statue. And he wasn’t wearing any underwear, which meant that his dick hung between his thighs as he stood in front of her, slipping his t-shirt off his torso.

  Camille felt herself getting wet just looking at him, and she couldn’t help but stare at him. This was not what she had expected… to see Devin Rock naked on a beach. She didn’t care that he could see her staring.

  She bit down on her lip again when her eyes fell on his bare torso. She had never seen such a heavily tattooed body before - a snake crawled around the side of his ribs, and an eagle’s wings framed the two sides of his chest. When he turned away from her and towards the waves, she saw the image of a river on his back and a man on a boat. It looked like a beautiful watercolor painting.

  “Join me if you like.” Devin turned his face to the side, and then he was running towards the sea, laughing.

  Camille couldn’t help but laugh too. It was all too crazy, too wild… nothing like anything that ever happened to her. She felt elated, like a completely different person. She wanted to be crazy, just like he was being.

  The dress came off easily. She quickly undid the zip, and her fabulous new red dress fell to the sand around her ankles. Then her bra and matching lace panties came off too, just as Devin had turned to look at her.

  At that moment, Camille couldn’t imagine a sexier man. He was standing naked, with his strong legs parted, and his back to the ocean so that the waves slowly crashed around him. Devin remained there, looking at her, watching her naked body from the distance. He wasn’t smiling anymore as Camille took steady steps towards him.

  She could feel the warm wet sand underneath her feet, and goosebumps on her flesh. She wasn’t cold; she was just very excited.

  She quickened her pace as she got closer to him, and he looked like he was waiting with baited breath for her. He was as excited as she was.

  How was she in his arms? The few moments that it took for her to walk towards him were a hazy blur to her.

  All she knew now was that he was kissing her. They were both naked, and the waves lashed around them, but neither of them was bothered by it.

  His lips enveloped hers, and that’s all that mattered. He tasted of steak and wine, and she wanted to taste more of him. She forced her tongue into his mouth, parting his lips; she wanted to breathe him in entirely.

  She could feel his strong hands on her waist, lifting her up off the sand. They were kissing for minutes, maybe even hours, naked with their bare bodies pressed against each other.

  She finally pulled away from him, and they were both panting. But they were smiling too.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she said, loud enough for him to hear her. She couldn’t believe she had just said that, probably for the first time to anyone, but Devin didn’t wait for her to change her mind. He grabbed her by the waist instead and pulled her to him again.

  He kissed her neck, while his hands roughly grabbed both her breasts. Camille moaned when she felt his fingers on her nipples. He squeezed them, gently at first and then hard. Then his hands traveled to her butt, and he squeezed them too, while his lips traveled down from her neck to her breasts, to her pinched waiting nipples. She was yearning for his mouth on them and could feel the wetness between her legs grow.

  Devin sucked on her left nipple suddenly and without warning, and Camille squealed in pleasure and delight. One of his hands had traveled from her butt to her abdomen, and she could sense that he was about to touch her between her legs. She couldn’t wait any longer, so she pushed him away from her gently.

  Devin pulled away and looked at her face, confused, but Camille was smiling. She had a different plan in mind. He might have been a mysterious, strong man, fighting biker gangs on the side, but she could see the control she had over his body. She had felt his big throbbing dick against her hip when they were kissing. She knew he couldn’t resist her; he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

  Camille continued to smile as she placed her fingertips on his chest and pushed. Devin looked at her again, more confused.

  “Get down, now,” she said, and like a child, he obeyed her command. Devin bent down on the wet sand as she stood over him. She wasn’t shy or embarrassed that he could see her completely naked, yearning for his body.

  Camille chewed on her bottom lip and then followed him, only instead of being on the sand, she lowered herself onto his lap. She was straddling him, with her legs spread out around him. He grabbed her to steady her, and she felt his hands on her back, as she wrapped her own arms around his neck.

  In silence, without asking or saying, Devin slid into her. She had felt his dick inside her before she knew what was happening. Their faces were finally at level with each other, and she rocked over him. He was big, strong and fit tightly inside her and Camille pressed her eyes closed in an effort not to scream.

  He had reached her core, the spot, and then he started moving. He used his hands to lift her up and down, and she bounced on his lap. She could feel her breasts heavily bouncing as well, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Devin watching them move. So she arched her back, bending her head back and Devin’s mouth immediately went to her breasts. His mouth was warm and wet on her right nipple. He sucked on it hard, while she rocked him, his dick sliding in and out of her. She grew wetter and wetter.

  His hands remained on her waist, and the waves were still crashing around her. Camille knew she was being pushed over the edge with every deep thrust of his dick inside her. She was moaning, and he moaned too as he sucked on her breasts. Then he looked up, just as she felt like she was about to burst. She saw the twinkle in his dark chocolate eyes; he wanted to watch her cum.

  Camille’s toes curled, and she screamed, like a painful cry as her body shook violently. He remained deep inside her, pushing into her and she pressed herself down, as far as she could. He held her, smiling as she came and then she felt him explode inside her too. Devin threw his head back and shut his eyes. They were cuming together, and Camille had never experienced something like this before.

  She was panting when her body finally began to relax. She r
ealized then that one of Devin’s hands was gripping her breast tightly, squeezing it as he came inside her. Like it was his possession.

  He opened his eyes, with a grin on his face. He was still holding her; neither of them seemed to want to move yet.

  “That was a good swim,” he remarked, and they both broke into laughter.

  Chapter Six

  Devin

  Devin couldn’t stop looking at Camille’s hot naked body, even though he had just had her.

  They had walked back to their clothes on the sand, and he watched her as she pulled up her red dress. He was lazily buttoning his pants, his body still quivered slightly from the force of the orgasm he had just had.

  He didn’t know yet if Camille was just another conquest. He had taken, possessed, and fucked every woman he had ever wanted in his life. They had given themselves up willingly to his every desire. As had Camille. But he wasn’t sure yet, if she was just an entry on his list or if she meant more to him.

  He wanted her again, just as soon as they were done, but that could be because of how sexy she was. She also had a certain innocent sweetness to her that he couldn’t quite describe, and now he followed her every movement with his eyes as she zipped up her dress and tried to fix her hair.

  “You must be tired, I’ll drop you home now,” Devin said, picking up his jacket from the sand. Camille picked up her discarded shoes as well, and he noticed the blushing of her cheeks and the way she was avoiding his eyes. It was adorable, the way she couldn’t look at him now, even though he had been sucking on her nipples, cradling her naked body, and thrusting himself inside of her, only minutes ago.

  “It’s been quite the night,” Camille replied, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear. She clearly was too nervous to know what to do with her hands. Devin wanted to hold her in his arms again and give her a tight sensual hug, but she was keeping her distance. He wondered if she already regretted sleeping with him.

  They started walking back along the length of the beach.

  “I had a nice evening, Camille,” he said after several minutes of silence. Devin could sense now that there were questions that she wanted to ask him, but he didn’t want to hear them. He wouldn’t know how to explain his life to her, and he also didn’t want to involve her, she was too simple for it.

  “I had a nice evening too, even though some parts of it left me confused.”

  “Here, I’ll explain it to you. We got naked, ran into the ocean and fucked on the beach. You were on top of me until I made you cum a few times,” Devin said in all seriousness, and she finally laughed.

  He realized that he enjoyed watching her laugh. Her teeth were small and neat, and her whole body shook when she was laughing. It was a pleasure to look at.

  “No, you know what I mean,” she said when her laughter finally died. Devin remained silent. Here it comes , he thought.

  “I still don’t understand why some biker guys would want to chase you, and why you were so afraid that you hid in my shop. The lying to me about your fans bit, I get. You didn’t know me; we were strangers. You had no reason to tell me the truth. But why were you being chased?” Camille asked with sincerity. They were walking slowly, but the restaurant was already in sight.

  Devin took his time to reply and avoided looking at her directly. He couldn’t be sure what would be the best approach.

  “Like I told you before, I’m an entrepreneur. I have a couple of businesses to run, and these guys have their own businesses, and sometimes there is conflict,” Devin told her, looking ahead. He could sense that Camille’s eyes were on him.

  “What kind of businesses?”

  He looked at her. She almost looked scared like she was afraid of what she might hear; what he might tell her. Devin smiled, trying to put her at ease. He reached for her face and gently ran one fingertip over her smudged red lips.

  “You don’t have to worry, Camille. It’s not what you think. It’s not dangerous or illegal.” He watched as she parted her lips and fluttered her eyelids. He could feel himself stir too. How could a girl he had just fucked still have this reaction on him? How could he want her so badly and quickly again?

  Camille opened her eyes wide and nodded.

  “Sure,” she said and quickened her pace. He followed her until they walked around the restaurant to the parking lot where his Harley waited for them.

  “Camille!” he called out to her as she walked ahead of him to his bike. She stopped and turned around to look at him, questioningly. She looked beautiful, even with her hair in disarray with sand stuck to the back, her lips red and smudged, her shoes in her hands and not on her feet… he couldn’t think of a woman more beautiful, more desirable and yet more innocent and good.

  “I had a good time. I’m sorry about the disruption. I’m sorry if you felt scared because of those men,” he said, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he stood in front of her. Camille licked her lips and then shook her head; her smile was weak and forced. She was trying to be brave, trying to understand.

  “I wasn’t scared, I knew you would kick their asses.”

  Devin smiled and walked over to his bike. “Hop on, let’s get you home.” He put on his helmet and watched as Camille smoothly, like an expert, climbed on the seat behind him. She wrapped her arms around his abdomen, and he felt himself stir again. Behind his helmet, Devin grinned again. This was going to be a good ride.

  ***

  Devin and Camille arrived on his Harley outside her apartment building fifteen minutes later. He parked his bike as he had done previously, and planted his feet on the ground as she began to get off.

  He didn’t know why or how, but he didn’t want her to leave. He didn’t want to have to watch her walk away from him. He wasn’t even sure if she wanted to see him again or whether or not she had completely changed her mind about him, or if she had gone out with him only as part of a deal for the comics he bought.

  “When will I see you again?” he blurted out as she steadied herself on her feet. Camille looked up at him with a jerk, and her curls shook slightly from the movement. She looked like she hadn’t been expecting that question.

  “When… when do you… I’ll check my calendar.” She was fumbling with her words, and Devin took off his helmet so that she could see his face, and see that he meant what he said. It wasn’t just a line that he dished out to every woman he fucked.

  “How about this weekend? Saturday night at eight?” he asked before she could continue. Camille blinked at him, surprised again. She clearly wasn’t expecting this either. It seemed that she was under the impression that they were never going to see each other again. That he had fucked her and now he was going to cut her loose.

  “Saturday night? Yeah, sure, I think I’m free,” Camille replied, licking her lips and playing with her hair. She tried to act natural, but he could see that a million thoughts were racing through her brain. Devin smiled, she was irresistible.

  “You can bring a friend if you like,” he added, and then he watched her face drop. He realized what she might have thought he meant by that and he shook his head and laughed.

  “Don’t worry, it’s not what you’re thinking. We’re going to an art gallery, for a show. Some of my friends will be there, so I don’t want you to feel alienated,” he explained, and her expression changed again.

  “Art gallery?” Camille asked, still appearing confused. “You’re going to take me to an art gallery? Where your friends will be? Are you an artist?” Her mouth hung open.

  Devin laughed again, it was adorable to see her this confused. He wanted to kiss her, to knead her breasts with his hands, and lick her long slender neck. He could feel his dick throbbing, growing again.

  “No, I’m not. It’s just an art gallery. One of my friends organized a show, and I thought you’d be interested since you’re an artist yourself.”

  Camille blushed, nodded, and smiled. “Yes, that’ll be great. I’ll see you at eight on Saturday then,” she told him, still standin
g just a few feet away from him. Devin was straddling his bike.

  “I’ll pick you up.” He smirked at her. “Kiss me before you go, Camille,” he said in a deep, gruff voice. He wanted to feel her lips again. She had no idea how desperately he was craving for her.

  Camille stepped towards him gingerly, her face was still flushed, and she couldn’t meet his gaze. Then, she leaned in, and he grabbed her head with both hands. Their lips met; hers were soft and tasted of wine and vanilla. He kissed her strongly, feeling the inside of her mouth with his tongue. He held her face in place with his hands and kissed her for several minutes until he could tell that she was out of breath.

  Camille turned from him when she pulled away, and then hurried towards the house without saying anything. Devin was smiling as he watched her walk away. Her butt swayed in her tight red dress, her hair was a mess, and she walked hurriedly to the front door. She stopped and gave him a shy smile before going inside.