After checking in, I go in search of her. She’s facing the window, and I put my arms around her and kiss her neck.
“Isn’t this beautiful?” she murmurs.
I smell her perfume and am so distracted by her beauty that all I can do is agree.
We follow the bellman with our overnight bags to our cottage, which is tucked away amongst the dogwoods and pine trees. He tells us, “With the renovation by the new owners, the cottages have most modern amenities, including TV, phone, and a small fridge, but there’s no A/C. The ceiling fan surprisingly makes up for it in the heat, and you can open your windows, but make sure you don’t leave any food out.”
“Why?” Hadlee asks.
“The bears will come. They can’t get in, but they can do damage.”
She gives me a terrified look. I put my arm around her and give her an assuring hug. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
He gives us a quick tour of the room, and I tip him before he leaves. Turning to her, I lean in and give her a soft, gentle kiss. The cottage has a large four-poster bed that faces the woods, and I want to take her in it. “You know, I have thoughts of you tied up spread-eagle on this bed and all the naughty things I want to do to you.”
In a lusty, sexy voice, she says, “While incredibly tempting, we need to get out and explore some of the park.”
I press my erection into her back. “So true, but we still have tonight.”
She turns around to face me and puts her arms around my neck. “That’s what I’m counting on.” She runs her finger down the middle of my chest and stops below the pelvic bone. My cock is so hard right now, I’m sure I’m going to get blue-balls.
We walk to the lobby to catch the shuttle for a two-hour tour. As we wait, several of the guys are talking about my car, which is parked front and center.
“Man, can you imagine that thing?”
“Dude, that car can go 300 miles an hour on a good straightaway.”
“The McLaren P1 is better.”
Hadlee raises her eyebrows at me, and I shrug. “Mason thinks that, too.”
The guys turn to me and asks, “What do you think?”
I cross my arms and say, “It is a pretty ostentatious car.”
“No kidding. Who spends a million dollars on a car like that? I mean, what a waste of a million.”
The shuttle arrives and we pile in, Hadlee snuggling up close to me. “You’re very bad. You had those guys eating out of your hand. If you’d admitted it was your car, they would’ve abandoned the tours and begged to drive it.”
“Why do you think I didn’t volunteer that information? I don’t disagree with anything they said, but I love my car. I rarely drive it because it isn’t fun in the city with all the traffic and lights.”
The two-hour guided tour takes us from location to location, and the park ranger gives wonderful descriptions of the valley's famous landmarks and history.
When we return to the Majestic, we walk hand in hand to the cottage. We have two hours before our dinner reservation. I wouldn’t mind some afternoon delight, but when we enter, Hadlee kisses me. “You realize there’s this god who’s been keeping me up all night, right? Do you mind if I take a nap before we go to dinner?”
My disappointment must be obvious, as she bites at my lower lip and reaches for my cock. “I want all the energy I can get for tonight.”
“I expect a late night, so maybe we both should take a nap.”
I’m stunned when Hadlee strips to her thong and climbs under the covers. I join her in my boxers and spoon her. The next thing I know, the alarm on my phone is going off.
I don’t think I’ve ever slept that soundly with a woman before. She stretches into me, then reaches for my hard cock and strokes it. “Maybe we should order room service.”
“You read my mind, but I want to show you the Ahwahnee Dining Room. It has large picture windows overlooking the valley where we can watch the sunset.”
She bends over me, pulls my dick through the hole in the front of my boxers, and takes it deep in her mouth. Her ass close to my shoulder, I move her thong aside and explore her slick channel, probing in and out with one finger before adding another. She moans, and the vibrations on my cock have me rethinking my evening plans.
Suddenly she stops and turns to me. “I needed a taste before dinner.”
“Fuck, woman. I’m going to go to dinner with a raging hard-on.”
“Good. It gives you something to look forward to.”
Hadlee
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I can’t seem to get enough of him. He matches my sex drive incredibly well. I swear the man gives new meaning to multiple orgasms. And Jesus, that tongue. Holy cow.
As I think about it, he’s not only a sex machine, he’s so much more. He’s kindhearted, funny as can be, and generous to a fault, both with his time to his clients, friends, and to me as well as financially. He still hasn’t cashed any of the checks I’ve left for him for rent, and he won’t let me pay anything toward this weekend—such a gentleman.
I’m falling for him, and falling hard.
I’ve never been confident enough to walk around naked, but I do with him. He’s seen me at my most vulnerable, but he seems to like my imperfections. As an old boyfriend pointed out to me, “A guy doesn’t care what you look like as long as you’re naked,” so I try to muster the confidence to have my tits out and pointing to the ground. Nothing sexy there, I think, but Cameron always stares, his eyes hooded in pure lust.
I shower, and the humidity gives my auburn curls the perfect amount of bounce. We work in tandem in the cramped bathroom like a well-choreographed dance. He hums a tune I can’t quite make out.
“What is that song?”
He quirks his lips. “You need to figure it out.”
I throw a towel at him. “Oh, just you wait.”
His dazzling smile melts my heart.
Dressing in the light green sundress Jennifer picked out, which makes my waist appear small and my tits a little less distracting—if that’s even possible—I add a pair of skintone stiletto sandal. Cameron has a good six inches on me, but these shoes bring me closer in height.
I walk out of the bathroom, and while putting in my mother’s pearl earrings, I turn to him and ask, “Can you please zip my dress?”
He uses the opportunity to reach in and play with my breasts, teasing me. Heat rushes to my groin. “Cameron, I thought you wanted to eat in the dining room?” I moan.
“Okay. I’ll give you a break before I tie you to the bed after dinner and we see how many orgasms you can have tonight.”
I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him deeply. “Keep talking like that and we won’t make it out of here.”
As we walk out of the cottage and over to the main dining room, I glance at Cameron. He’s wearing khaki pants and a nice light blue collared shirt with a pair of Gucci loafers. With his slicked-back hair, he almost seems like a different person. Not one piece of ink is showing. He’s like a conservative banker dressed for a casual dinner, but underneath I know he’s all bad boy. I love that this is what most people see, and I’m one of the few who knows what hides beneath.
“You’re very handsome tonight, but I can’t wait to peel you out of those clothes and play with your dragon. By the way, I may have forgotten to wear panties tonight.”
I could swear his pants tent a little. “You are very naughty,” he growls.
“And you love it.”
He gives my breast a playful tweak, and I moan involuntarily.
We arrive at the hostess stand, and Cameron gives her his name. “My apologies, but your table isn’t quite ready yet,” she tells us. “If you like live music, you can enjoy the evening’s piano player at Ahwahnee Bar and enjoy a drink on the house.”
We take our place in the bar, Cameron orders two glasses of scotch, and we enjoy listening to the piano player as he goes through several jazz and contemporary songs. When the hostess finds us, Cameron stands and places a twent
y-dollar bill in tip jar, and the pianist thanks him as we walk to our table.
The dining room is long and narrow with a stepped design, giving each table a private booth feeling. There isn’t a bad seat in the room as it overlooks the big picture window. We take our seats, sitting so close our knees touch, and he runs his hand along my leg, getting closer and closer to my core as we look over the menu. It features California cuisine with local ingredients that are organic and sustainably harvested.
“Do you have a preference for wine?” Cameron asks.
“I drink it all—even out of a box.”
“They have my favorite, Stags Leap, but it’s only by the bottle. Hmm. That’s a lot of wine for what we talked about doing tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
He leans in and says so only I can hear, “I won’t tie you up unless you are 100 percent sober.”
“That makes sense. I’ve already had a glass of scotch though, so technically I’m not 100 percent sober for six to eight hours.”
He appears crestfallen. “I’ll order the wine, but do understand that I’m looking forward to tying you up and enjoying giving you hours and hours of pleasure.”
Just the thought of all the pleasure he’s promising makes me shudder with excitement. “I hope it doesn’t mean we still can’t enjoy a fun night after dinner,” I reply.
He trails his finger up my thigh. I open my legs to allow him entrance, and he rubs at my center. “I would hope not.”
I’m grateful the tablecloth is long and no one can see his hands explore. We’ll have sex here at the table if I don’t change the subject. “Even at night, this is beautiful. What’s the most beautiful place you’ve ever been?”
His finger continues to work its ministrations. “Well, I didn’t grow up with much money, so I’ve only traveled over the last few years. I love it here at Yosemite, and I loved Yellowstone earlier this year, though I don’t know if I can choose between the two. What about you?”
“San Francisco is probably my favorite. I love the beach by the Marina where you can watch the sun set behind the Golden Gate Bridge.”
“That’s definitely a top ten. I need to write a bucket list. I think about it, but I haven’t done it yet.”
“A bucket list for sex?” I ask innocently.
“We can do that together, too.” Leaning in, he kisses me, and then we hear our waiter clear his throat.
“Good evening. My name is Phillip, and helping me tonight are Grace and Jack. May I start you with a drink?”
Cameron orders the Stags Leap wine, and Phillip shares the specials. I’ve decided on what I want for dinner. When he returns with the wine, he offers Cameron a sample, which he swirls in his glass before tasting it. He nods. “That’s perfect.”
A glass is poured for me and then for Cameron, and I order the swordfish while Cameron goes for the buffalo.
While we wait for our meal, we drink and we talk. “You’re a successful doctor in San Francisco with a group of friends who are closer than most families. Are there things you first saw as failures that turned out good in your life, and now you’re proud of?” Cameron asks me.
“That’s a great question.” I think about it a moment. “I guess the biggest failure was when my dad died when I was a sophomore in college, and I learned the trust fund I’d come to count on had been spent by my stepmother. She spent all my dad’s money on things she could give to her kids.”
“You’ve said that before, but what does that mean, ‘things she could give her kids’?”
“My father was ill, and she bought all sorts of property—commercial and private—in her own name. Upon her death, it’ll go to her children, and she was very clear that it wouldn’t be coming to me because she was giving me $200,000 instead.”
“What did the lawyer say?”
“He was angry because of everything she did, but it was allowed under the terms of my father’s estate. He was alive but not coherent when she did it.”
“That’s awful.”
“I know that doesn’t sound like much of a failure, but it was scary. I’ve never known debt, and my dad had always taught me financial responsibility, but I always figured I’d be able to practice medicine to underserved communities and not have to worry about a paycheck, and that changed.”
Our dinner arrives, and after we toast to being in such a beautiful venue, I continue. “But I learned a lot about myself and my friends. I never cared about money. Granted, I was disappointed that I needed a paycheck so I had a roof over my head and food on the table, but I still work with an underserved community, and my friends are amazing. I may not always be able to join them on expensive shopping trips, but I wear jeans and a lab coat all day. Getting vomit or poop on nice clothes isn’t practical. And as for fancy vacations, sometimes I go, and sometimes they go without me, which is fine, too.”
“You get vomited and pooped on often?”
I laugh. “Virtually every day. It doesn’t bother me though. It comes with the job.”
“You’re astounding.”
I know I’m blushing a brilliant shade of red. “What about you?”
He stares at me for a beat before responding. “Dillon and Mason know, but don’t tell anyone this, I got fired from my first job out of Stanford.”
“You were fired?”
“I was. I worked for a large company, and I disagreed with my manager on how the software should be designed. He was much smarter than I was, and I was an ass. I totally deserved it. But I was only unemployed for half a day, thanks to Dillon, before I joined a start-up. I loved the freedom that came with working for a small company. I learned all sorts of roles and got to try out different jobs, which has really helped me understand why small companies behave the way they do. Plus, the company I went to is where I made my first million.”
“Maybe when you decide to tattoo your legs, you can do a phoenix.”
He laughs. “That would work. Actually, I’m done. The dragon has a meaning to me. It symbolizes the disease that took my mother away from me. I was angry for a long time, but with encouragement from Dillon and Mason, I sat with a therapist and worked through most of it. I’m still upset with my dad, because of what happened to my mother, but at some point, it’ll kill me if I can’t get beyond it.”
“Letting go is incredibly powerful.”
“You did the same thing.”
“I guess I did.”
We enjoy the rest of our dinner and finish the bottle of wine. My mind floats, and I now understand why he wants me fully aware of myself to be tied up. The idea of submitting to him excites me, but we’ll wait for now. We have time.
Once he pays for dinner, we walk to our cottage holding hands, stopping to listen to the waterfall. His face is lit by the moon, and I step in and kiss him. It starts tentatively but quickly becomes aggressive.
Grinding his erection into my stomach, he growls, “I want you.”
I rest a hand at his waist and ask, “Does outside work for you?”
“Woman, you are going to kill me.”
“Is that a yes or a no?” I ask as I get on my knees and begin to unbutton his pants when we hear a woman laugh. She’s close.
Eyes wide, Cameron helps me stand. “Let’s take this inside.”
We walk quickly to our cottage, and the door is hardly closed when we continue where we left off, though he won’t let me finish him. “I have other plans for you,” he tells me before bending me over the back of the couch with only the moon cascading into the living area. He lifts the skirt of my dress and takes me in one swift move.
Cameron
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Sitting at my desk, I’m distracted by a gray, cloudy, and foggy San Francisco morning. Hadlee and my trip to Yosemite were surprisingly fun. We spent time driving and exploring during the day, and at night she enjoyed whatever I was into and asked for more.
A weekend is almost a whole new thing for me. Maybe it is because she lives downstairs? I don’t know why
I have this level of comfort with Hadlee, but I love spending time with her. And it just isn’t the sex—though that’s positively incredible. It’s so much more.
God, her lips, the look on her face when she’s riding me, her passion for her patients and how she lights up when she talks about them. Plus her tits are perfect, and she even let me fuck them this weekend.
I remember her jasmine smell and the perfect wake-up call I got this morning. After going down on me to make sure I was wet and lubricated, she climbed on top of me and turned around, leaving me with the most fantastic view of her ass. It’s flawless, and I love the bit of jiggle as she bounced on my cock. I couldn’t help but reach out and caress her before I slapped it to give it a nice pink handprint. I was thinking how I really wanted to fuck her ass, but then she distracted me by squeezing my balls as she rode me. I didn’t want it to end, and I experienced the strongest, loudest orgasm I’ve ever had. The memory of working my cock in and out of her wet, tight slit while she played with my balls excites me all over again.
I’ve heard my buddies talk about the whole package, and I never understood it, but I’m beginning to think Hadlee is the whole package for me.
Goddamn, I love the sex with her. I can’t get enough of her. My cock is rock-hard whenever she’s not around, thinking about the bright red handprints I’m leaving all over her beautiful heart-shaped ass. Smiling to myself, I wonder if she’ll be able to sit today.
I’m still lost in my fantasies when my admin sticks her head in. “Um, Cameron? Your dad is in reception. Were you expecting him?”
Shit. Crap. Fuck. “Nope. I’ll go see what he needs.” I leave my office and head toward the reception area.
As I approach, I’m sure I can smell him—stale cigarettes and booze leaking from his pores. I could’ve cared less if I ever laid eyes on him again and yet he’s like a bad penny that always turns up. In a strained voice, I ask, “What’s up, Dad?”
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