Finished slathering sunscreen on Gabs, I close the tube of cream.
“Speaking of secrets,” Gabs says.
“You got one?” Lauralynn tilts her head at our Latino friend.
“Uh huh. Drum roll, please.”
Lauralynn drums her knees.
“C finally got laid,” Gabs says, too loudly.
“Shhh. G.” I look around to see who else may have overheard.
“Oh. Do tell.” Lauralynn sits up to whisper. “By whom?”
Gabriela raises her eyebrows at me. She wants me to tell.
“Victor,” I whisper.
“Shut up! Your hunky cousin Vic?” She asks Gabs.
“The one and the same.”
“Whoa, Cherie.” Lauralynn fist bumps me. “Go big or go home.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “He is big, isn’t he?”
Smiling, I bite my lip. “I think so.”
Gabs snorts. “She couldn’t say for certain, Ells, due to not seeing any other schlongs in person.”
“Measure him and get back to us.” Lauralynn laughs.
I blush. Time to change this subject right now.
“How’s design school?” I ask. “What are you working on?”
Successfully distracted, she goes into detail on the artist’s complex job lined up for October in New York. “There are a few others, freelance projects mostly, but those are all virtual. I’m free as a bird until fall.”
Gabs asks about Lauralynn’s love life. Aside from a few one-night stands here and there, it’s nonexistent, Ells says, she’s been focused on work. We talk about my new job at The Avalon.
“That’s perfect. Want a roommate here?” Ells asks me. “I miss the mountains and want to stay in Colorado for the summer. Telluride will work.”
“I’d love that,” I say.
“You guys can use my condo,” Gabs says.
“Oh, that’d be awesome, G,” Lauralynn says.
We talk about the logistics — how long it’ll take me to retrieve some of my stuff from home, argue about the rent we’ll pay Gabs and who gets the master suite.
Gabs flips a coin. I call it and win the master.
“Yes.” I pump my fist in the air.
Lauralynn sticks around long enough to greet Jesse and Baldwin when they get back and then leaves to get settled into her room.
Gabs goes inside to get iced tea.
Jesse slips into her chair.
“What happened to your wrists?” He asks.
“What?” I look at them. They’re bruised a little where Victor held me against the door. “You know I bruise easy.”
“That’s not what I asked.” Jesse turns over my hand, strokes the bruise with his thumb.
Gabs comes back.
“Hey, out of my chaise, bub.”
Jesse stands, stares at me for a moment longer before going back to his seat. He stares at me from there.
“What was that about?” Gabs asks.
I shrug.
At this altitude, the sun bakes my skin quickly. To cool it, I dive into the pool and swim laps until my muscles quake. Done, I walk up the pool steps to get out. I feel Victor’s eyes on me before I see him. Watching me from a doorway, he licks his lips as he scans my dripping wet body. Locking eyes with me, his suggestive smile isn’t as discrete as he may believe. Both Gabs and Jesse notice.
That Jesse is angry is an understatement. A glare at Victor, a glare at me, Jesse bolts out of his chaise.
I move to block his path toward Victor. I don’t say anything, just lock eyes with him.
Thrown off guard, Jesse pauses — pauses long enough to reconsider attacking another wolf in broad daylight. He growls and does a cannonball into the water.
“I gotta go,” I talk to Gabs. “I have a meeting with your grandmother to officially become a Santana employee.”
“Cherie.” Gabs warns.
“I’ll tell him, G.” It’ll be a long conversation and now just isn’t the time. I towel off and put my coverup on.
Gabs watches Jesse swim. Baldwin, oblivious, snoozes away. “Dinner with the girls who have already arrived tonight?” She says.
“I’m in. Text me the details.”
Inside, I stop at the coffee counter for an iced hazelnut coffee. After I order, I stand back out of the way to wait for it to be made. Victor saunters up beside me, covertly puts a hand on my lower back.
“You are the sexiest damn swimmer I’ve ever seen,” he whispers in my ear.
I look out the window at the pool as Jesse swims with Gabs.
Victor follows my line of sight. “You really couldn’t tell us apart by touch?” Victor says. “He’s so scrawny.”
“He’s not scrawny. He’s athletic.”
Victor grunts. “Look at him and then at me.”
I do as he suggests, comparing the visual.
Sinewy muscles, lithe and lean, Jesse could be a professional soccer player. Victor’s broad shoulders and bulkier muscles, on the other hand, are like an Army Ranger’s in top condition. He’s right. No matter that I was blindsided by hormones, I should’ve been able to feel the difference even in the dark.
“Whatever. It’s not like I’m experienced at touching all shapes and sizes of men in bed.”
“Hmmm. Forget I mentioned it. I’d like to keep your experience to just me,” he says, his hand sliding down to my behind.
The barista calls my name. I step away from Victor to take my drink. “Thank you,” I say to the woman.
Victor pulls me back to him. A barely there touch with the pad of a fingertip, he caresses just above my backside. Of their own accord, my thighs and nipples constrict in response.
Staring at my breasts, Victor growls soft and low. “I’m dying to get my mouth on those, again. Come upstairs with me,” he whispers.
Despite my clenched thighs, I say no — with a touch of humor that I hope will defuse the sexual tension.
“I can’t. I’ve got to meet with my new hard-assed boss and his grandmother.”
Victor chuckles. “It’s not his ass that is hard for you right now.”
He’s hard for me.
The thought flips the upper hand of the should-I-shouldn’t-I debate to my hormones.
“I personally vouch to the fact that his buns are smokin’ hard.” I bite my lip, smothering a laugh at Victor’s attempt to hide his tented pants. His hands are big, but not that big.
He looks at his watch. “You’ve got half an hour until your meeting. Let’s see how many times these smokin’ buns can make you come in that time span.”
I bite my lip harder, squeeze my legs tighter.
“Mmmmm, Cherie, I can smell you,” he growls.
“I do need to rinse the chlorine off my skin and hair. Do you think I could borrow your fancy shower? The one with all the heads?”
“Only if I’m there with you.” He caresses my rear end.
Sipping my iced coffee, I walk away from Victor at a casual pace to the main elevators and push the call button.
Once upstairs, my speed picks up. I hurry into my room, set aside the drink and race through the connecting door to Victor’s room. Hearing water, I stop. The shower is already on.
Someone’s in here who shouldn’t be. I grab a vase off a side table and advance through to the bathroom, ready to swing at whoever I find. Who I find is Victor, naked and under the water waiting for me.
“How the hell did you get up here so fast?” I’m dumbfounded.
“Back stairs. Three at a time.” He grins his sexy wolf grin.
He raises his chin at the vase in my hand.
“Is that some kind of kinky prop?”
“No. I thought someone broke into your room.”
“Only sex starved virgins are allowed to do that. Additional rules to that exception are that they must be naked and the break-in must be in the middle of the night.”
“Very funny.” I shake my head at him, putting the vase on the counter.
“You gonna get naked now?” He smi
les.
“Would you like me to?” I tilt my head, give him what I hope is a sexy smile.
Grinning like a school boy, he nods enthusiastically.
I have his undivided attention. Why not work it, judge his reaction to my moves?
Slowly, I untie my coverup and let it fall from my hips. Next, I pull at the neck strings holding up my bikini top. The untied strings in each of my hands, I lower the flaps of fabric, inch by inch, until they dangle on my ribs baring my breasts.
Victor growls loud. His growing erection twitches making my nipples harden all the more.
Playing seductress is fun, making him breath hard, seeing his jaw drop and his eyes luminous with desire — desire for me.
Smiling at him, I take the top off completely. I stretch my arm out at my side, and drop the fabric on top of the coverup.
Then, I turn around, showing him my behind. Hooking my thumbs under the waistband of the bikini bottom, I bend over to slide the bottom all the way down to my ankles.
“Fuck,” he growls.
Before I can step completely out of the bottoms, I feel his wet hands on my hips, drawing my bare butt to his hard shaft.
“Are you trying to make me nuts?” He breathes in pants.
“Yes.” I push back into him and repeat his words from last night. “Will you tell me when it’s working?”
“Oh, it’s working, mi wicked ninfa. To distraction.” He turns me to face him and, with one of his big hands at the back my head, covers my entire mouth with his, lapping his tongue across my lips and into my mouth as though he wants to devour it. His other hand cups my behind, his middle finger delving between my thighs.
He draws back, whispers to my lips. “You’re wet already.”
“For you.” I murmur, catching his groan with a bold kiss of my own.
I run my palms over his hard abs, pecs, up his arms, before twining my fingers in his wet hair, holding his mouth firmly to mine and delving my tongue to taste his.
As we kiss, he lifts and sets me in the shower, fills his hands with body wash to caress my back and backside.
Sighing, he breaks the kiss. “Such a beautiful ass. Fits my hands perfectly.” He slips a soapy finger between my cheeks, then turns me around and pulls me back against his chest.
“Put your arms up like you did the other night.”
I lean back and lace my fingers together around the back of his neck.
I love this position.
“Mmmmm. Just like that. Look at your luscious breasts.” He spreads body wash over them, cupping, squeezing, tugging and rubbing on the peaks, driving me straight past arousal to unadulterated wantonness.
Hissing in a breath, I arch against his hands. “God, Victor. How do you do that to me so fast?”
“Do what, peaches?” He says with a knowing chuckle all the while rolling my nipples in his fingers, teasing them harder and harder.
Every where he touches me, this time and every time, he leaves a trail of goosebumps that catch fire. I groan at the sheer pleasure of his firm caresses.
He lightly bites my shoulder and kisses up my throat to my ear. One of his hands slides down between my legs to massage my clit in slow, firm circles.
My hips rotate against his hand. “Please.”
On that moaned demand, he slips a finger inside.
“Mmmm, Victor.”
With the shower wand, he rinses me head to toe, all the while plunging that finger in and out. I whimper, wanting more.
Hanging up the shower wand, he pivots to be in front of me and adds another finger to the one between my legs. His mouth laves adoring attention on my nipples until I’m pleading with him.
“Please what, Cherie? Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”
I pant out exactly what I want, not caring if it sounds crass.
“I want your hard shaft inside me. Now, baby, right now.”
He lifts me by my behind and with one thrust, impales me on him. Inhaling a moan, I hook my ankles behind his back as he presses me to the shower wall.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Not at all,” I whisper.
I thought I heard a gasp when I said ‘hard shaft’. I decide to try more dirty talk.
“I love how you stretch me, fill me. Your cock feels so good inside me.” I lightly bite his jaw.
“Ah, dream girl, I love your dirty talk.” He loves it, yet he pumps agonizingly slow, holding back and being careful.
“Harder, baby,” I whisper. My hands tangle in his hair and tug hard as I bite down on his lower lip.
He growls low from his belly and obeys my desire. Gripping my hips tight with his huge hands, he drives into me hard and deep, pauses and does it, again.
“Faster. Please, please, baby, fuck me faster.” I beg, I writhe, I work my internal muscles, urging him to lose control.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His lip curls up and he really starts moving, slamming into me.
“Yes, baby. That’s what I need.” I moan.
“Your need is my command, peaches,” he growls and picks up the pace to an almost punishing level.
Then, he shifts his hips ever so slightly and I’m lost, crying out as I shatter into a mind-numbing orgasm, oceans of it rippling through every internal nerve ending, wringing the breath from my lungs.
Pumping his pelvis against mine once, twice, Victor’s body tenses, falling into ecstasy right after me. He lays his forehead on my shoulder, blowing hot breaths on my breast.
“My Cherie,” he whispers.
chapter twenty-one
CHERIE’S SOFT WALLS continue to convulse around my cock, milking me of every last drop. I gasp for oxygen.
Every successive orgasm with my girl is increasingly mind blowing. Can a man die coming?
She talked dirty. And she called me baby. Still sunk deep inside her, I mentally count the number of times she used the endearment. Two? Three?
I want you to call me baby all the time, mi ninfa.
Locking my knees so I don’t collapse and drop her, I hold on, extending the moment for as long as possible. I pull my head up to look in her eyes. They’re closed, but there’s a giant grin on her face that I’m responsible for. I proudly kiss that grin, run my tongue along her lips.
“Nine more just like that?” I tease her.
She pants a chuckle, opens her eyes to look at me.
“Rain check? I’ve got to get all professional looking for the GM of this joint.”
“The GM likes you anyway he can get you, but most especially naked and quivering from pleasure in his arms.”
My girl caresses my face with her eyes and her fingers. She sighs, kisses me lightly.
“You have amazing eyes, Victor.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“I just fucked you silly and you compliment my eyes?”
She nods, laughing.
“They’re an aphrodisiac all on their own, like sinfully decadent dark chocolate laced with deep strands of sexy gold.”
I smile. My eyes are sinful.
Tell me more, sweetness.
“I could just eat them up,” she says.
Bugging my eyes out to make them more accessible, I say, “Go ahead. They’re all yours.”
She giggles, kisses my brows, the corners of my eyes and continuing down my cheeks to my mouth, sucking out more of my heart with each light touch.
“Can you put me down now?” She says.
Never.
I act like I’m trying to pull my cock out of her. “Uh, oh. I think we’re stuck.”
I fake try, again.
“Yup. Glued solid.”
She laughs out loud.
“Crazy, crazy, man.”
She traces my bottom lip and bites it while unhooking her ankles at my back. The magic is over for the moment. I can either put her down or risk injury to my favorite body part.
Toweling off outside of the shower, I watch her wash her hair, the way she closes her eyes and leans her head back to rinse.
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“Do you have conditioner?” She says.
I dig through the basket, find it and hand it to her. Mesmerized, I just stand there watching her tend to that silky hair, hair that’s the color of sunshine.
“What?” She says turning off the water. “Do I have a booger hanging out of my nose or something?”
I shake my head. “No. Although, I’m sure you can make even that look sexy. Listen. Can we talk business for a sec?”
Patting a towel on her head, she pauses to look at me.
“Grandmother is going to handle your salary negotiations. We thought it’d be less a conflict of interest than if I did it.”
“You told Maria about us?”
“Not exactly. Grandmother is aware of my attraction to you. I made that as apparent as possible at breakfast yesterday. However, she does not know that we’ve been — physical.”
Cherie finishes twisting the towel around her hair.
“Okay. Makes sense. I’ll dicker with Maria.”
I chuckle, about to say something sophomoric.
“Don’t.” Cherie grins, holds a finger to my mouth. She looks at the time. “Oh my gosh. I’ve got to hurry.” She grabs another towel, wraps it around her body as she scurries out.
“Hey.” I call after her. “What about lotion?”
“Later!”
Next, I hear the connecting door close and lock. What the fuck? Will I ever be able to predict what that girl is going to do? I smile, hoping not.
Once dressed, I head downstairs to my office to spend a few minutes checking email before going to HR.
“Helen.” I greet the department head, who is a second or third cousin of Grandmother’s, about the same age, too.
“Grandmother.” I kiss her on the cheek.
“You look very chipper.” She smiles.
“I am walking on air.” I chuckle.
“Hmm.” Grandmother pretend thinks. “What, oh, what could be the cause your euphoria? Or should I ask, who?”
Helen looks at me, laughs. Grandmother must have told her about Cherie. Right on cue my girl rounds the corner into the long office space.
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