by Andrews, Amy
“Jesus!” he swore on a sharply indrawn breath.
Edwina barely heard it as the blind imperative to taste all of him took over. She wanted more. She wanted to take all of him, right to the back of her throat.
“This is really—”
She opened wider and sunk her mouth down on him.
“Really,” he groaned.
She withdrew until just his head was in her mouth, circling her tongue around and around it before plunging him all the way to the back again.
“Really… irresponsible.”
Then she did it again. And again.
“God, Ed, stop,” he begged, “you have to stop.” And damn if she didn’t get off on that. “I mean it,” he panted as her head bobbed up and down in his lap, loving the taste and the feel of him. “We’re coming into to Moonbi. To the Big Chook. Damn it, Ed, I can see people up ahead!”
Edwina withdrew reluctantly, sitting up in her seat. He was right, it was irresponsible, and there were people and they had to stop at the bloody Big Chook and take selfies for Twitter and Facebook.
Damn Australia’s small town obsession with all things big. She’d rather be getting on with all things big inside the Monaro.
“Saved by the chook,” she said, smiling at him as she reached over again, tucked his still hard cock reluctantly away and zipped it in.
Out of sight.
Not out of mind.
He raked a hand through his hair. “I’m so going to make you pay for that.”
Edwina grinned at him. “Oh, I hope so. I really, really hope so.”
*
Justin was still sporting a massive hard-on a few minutes later when they pulled in at the Big Chook. Two other rally cars were there as well, one a media outlet vehicle.
“You need a moment?” she teased as she opened her door, an excited gathering of fans with homemade signs and things to autograph, surging forward. Considering the town numbered only in the hundreds, it was an excellent turn out.
Justin narrowed his eyes at her as he adjusted his aching cock in his pants. “You are pure evil.”
“Not so pure, really.” She smiled sweetly then sashayed out of the car in her wild hibiscus Capris, leaving him hoping to god his t-shirt was going to cover the stiffy in his pants.
It did. Just barely.
They posed for pictures, a group of women fluttering around him, asking for autographs and firing questions about his movies and the interview last night. But they also seemed just as excited to see Edwina who was gracious and generous with her time, schmoozing them like they were celebrities on a red carpet somewhere, not anonymous fans in the middle-of-nowhere.
Justin was all kinds of turned on, watching her play the star, captivating the group with every word that came out of her pretty mouth. Knowing exactly where that mouth had been only a handful of minutes ago.
“So this is the famous Big Chook,” she said eventually turning to the massive white chicken with a bright red cone and yellow beak.
Justin looked at it. The pole it was standing on was about another foot higher than he was with the giant fibreglass animal standing atop.
“Is there a reason for the chook?” he asked.
“Lotta poultry farms round here,” an old guy at the back of the little crowd said.
“Actually,” one of the women leaned in and whispered, “Some of us call it the big cock.”
Everyone, including Edwina, laughed. “I don’t know,” she muttered under her breath and in his direction as the laughter continued. “I’ve seen bigger.”
He glanced down at her, a little shocked by her daring, a lot turned on by it. “Evil,” he murmured back.
*
Tamworth to Tenterfield was about three and a half hours by car and it was a pretty drive. The landscape was thickly studded with trees, as the Monaro wound its way through hilly ranges, which fell away to long tracts of grazing land. It was still hot and dry, but there was a tinge of green to the pastures, like they’d received recent rain. It was more genteel landscape than the scrubby stuff they’d passed through on previous days.
Justin probably would have appreciated it a lot more had he not been sitting next to Edwina. He’d warned her for his sanity – and their safety – to behave and she had, although he guessed with the number of times they’d stopped for well-wishers she hadn’t really had much of a choice.
About an hour out from Tenterfield she’d obviously reached her well-behaved threshold and started unbuttoning her top.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
“I’m hot,” she said turning to face him slightly so he could see her sinfully sexy purple satin and black lace bra. Something winked in his peripheral vision from the depths of her cleavage.
“Aren’t you hot?”
He glanced at her for a brief look at the soft mounds of her breasts displayed like ripe fruit. The car air-con was set at a very pleasant twenty-four. “Your nipples look pretty damn cold to me,” he growled.
“Hmm, you’re right,” she said, looking down, “they could probably do with some warming up.”
“Goddamn it.” He shook his head as another hard-on made itself felt. Between the sex last night and the flirty sex-pot today, she was going to give him a cerebral infarction.
“Okay.” He looked at the dash clock. “Give me… twenty minutes and I’ll make them so hot you’ll be begging me for a fire extinguisher. But for the love of all that is holy, deliver me from temptation and put them away.”
“Fine,” she said laughing as she reached for the buttons.
*
Ten minutes later, they passed a familiar road sign and Justin slowed a little, not sure he knew where he was going all these years later, but, sure enough, a couple of kilometres down the road, there on the left, was the dirt track he was looking for. He slowed right down, indicated, and, with no other cars around, he turned onto the track.
“Where are we going?”
“It a surprise,” he said. “Trust me; your nipples are going to love it.”
His tongue was especially going to love it.
“We’ll be late,” she said.
There was a huge party-in-the-park being thrown in Tenterfield, commencing at two. “We’ll tell them you’re an insatiable wench and I had to pull over and punish you for being evil.”
She laughed. “That’ll be a show stopper.”
He grinned. “We’ll tell them we had car troubles.”
After ten minutes of bumping along the track, they came to a rickety low bridge, which passed over a running creek, and Justin turned off the track, driving slowly cross country, following the line of the creek heading for the place where it widened into a decent sized pool, flanked by a half dozen big old shady gums.
They arrived a minute later, and it was just as it had always been. Still and tranquil, the banks held together by gnarly tree roots, some lower branches trailing their leaves in the water.
Justin turned off the engine and got out of the car. Edwina followed suit. A kookaburra laughed somewhere nearby, and the smell of hot earth and eucalyptus added to the authenticity of the setting.
“Wow, it’s beautiful,” she said. “It looks like something out of a Namatjira painting. Is it a Billabong?”
“Nah. It’s just part of the creek.”
“How’d you know it was here?”
“My family had a farm nearby when I was a kid.”
*
She frowned. “I thought you grew up in Melbourne?”
“I did,” he nodded. “My Dad’s from around these parts, though. He met my Mum and followed her to the big smoke and set up the ad agency, while my uncle stayed on and ran the farm, but we spent practically every school holiday here for a decade. All the kids ’round these parts know about the waterhole. We used to hang here all the time.”
She looked across the roof of the car at him. “I wonder if any of them realise now that they’d hung out with a kid who’d go on to be a bona fide Hollywood star.”<
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Justin laughed. “I doubt it. I sometimes can’t believe it myself. If it wasn’t for Dad ordering me to step in and cover for the no-show actor in that beer commercial, I’d probably be living a very different life now.”
“Like what?”
He shrugged, placing his hand on the edge of the car roof. The metal was hot but bearable. “Taking over the ad agency in Melbourne, I guess. That’s where I was heading.”
“Well I, for one, am very grateful to your father. You were sooo sexy in the ad. No wonder it went viral.”
He grinned. He’d had two lines and no shirt, but it had been one of the most popular television advertisements in the country at the time. Won a swag of awards too.
“So you had a thing for me even back then, huh?” he teased.
“I may have,” she said in her best prim and proper voice, a smile playing on her mouth. “A lady never tells.”
He quirked an eyebrow. Lady? There been nothing ladylike about her mouth on his dick only a couple of hours ago. She’d been all woman then.
And he wanted him some more of that.
He looked around. Not a single soul in sight. Just the blue sky and birdsong to keep them company. He reached for his shirt and pulled it off. “Fancy a swim?” he grinned.
“It’s okay to swim in?”
“Yep,” he nodded, using his feet to kick off his shoes. The earth felt warm beneath his soles as he pulled down the tab on his fly. “The water looks brown from here, but it’s really clear, it’s just all the leaf matter on the bottom.”
Justin stepped out of his shorts deciding to leave his underwear in place. He could hear the odd car in the distance out on the highway but he didn’t really think anybody would come across them. Still, it paid to be cautious when the paparazzi had lenses that could probably take pictures of him skinny dipping on the moon.
He picked up his clothes and threw them in the car, then went to the boot, grabbing a picnic blanket they could lay on after they were done. Edwina was still standing there, indecisively, as he shut the trunk with a click that seemed foreign amidst the buzz of insects.
“Come on city girl,” he teased as he walked up behind her and dropped a kiss on her neck, her ponytail brushing his face. “Promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
She leaned back into him, snaked her arms up behind her and around his neck. “Now that’s a promise I’m going to hold you to.”
He smiled into her neck as he nuzzled her there. “You need a hand with that?” he asked, dropping the blanket on the ground and sliding his arms around her waist.
“Sure,” she said as his fingers found the bottom button of her stretchy, clingy shirt. He undid it, his finger brushing her belly as he did so and she shivered, her skin puckered into goose bumps.
“Oh, you like that?” he said, stopping to circle his fingers around her belly button before grabbing the two edges of her shirt and reefing them open, buttons flying all over the ground, rolling into the low stubbly grass disappearing from sight.
“Justin!” she gasped.
He laughed, his hands sliding up to cover two purple satin and black lace covered mounds. He looked down and he could see a diamante winking at him from her cleavage. “Told you I’d get you back for that stunt you pulled in the car.”
She wiggled out of his embrace and turned to glare at him. “That was one of my favourites.”
He opened his mouth to tell her she looked better without it when the long pink scar on her left side stopped him in his tracks. It made him feel ill just looking at it. “Oh Jesus, Ed…”
“Forget it,” she snapped following his gaze and dismissing his concern with an impatient wave of her hand. “It’s just a scar. Don’t change the subject.”
He struggled to drag his eyes off it and pull his head back into the conversation. If it wasn’t a big thing for her then he was damned if he was going to make it a big thing, too. Especially with Edwina standing before him in a bra that should be put in the lingerie hall of fame.
What was the subject again? Oh yes, her ruined shirt.
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
She shoved her hands on her hips which did great things to her breasts inside that bra. “And how am I going to explain having a different shirt on when we get to Tenterfield?” she demanded.
Justin shrugged. “Tell ’em I had to use it to fix our engine problems.” Then he grabbed her and kissed her hard because she was difficult to resist, but also because he needed to assure himself she was alive and well. “Last one in is a rotten egg,” he said against her mouth then bent, scooped up the blanket and ran towards the water.
“You’re going to be sorry you ruined my favourite shirt, Justin Wilde,” she yelled, as she divested herself of her Capris.
“Give it to me, baby,” he yelled over his shoulder as he ran straight into the water and dived into its cool embrace.
He turned to see Edwina powering towards him like a goddess or one of those women who played gridiron in lingerie minus all the protective padding. He didn’t notice the scar, he just noticed all her long-limbed grace and her bouncing boobs.
Oh, yeah, baby. Come to Daddy.
She launched herself at him seconds later and he caught her, absorbing the impact of her body as her mouth slammed on to his like some long, lost lover. When they pulled apart they were both breathing hard. Then he picked her up and flung her away from him. She landed with a shriek and a splash closer to the middle of the waterhole and rose spluttering, her hair in her eyes.
And it was on.
They played and frolicked in the water, teasing each other, wrestling and splashing. And kissing. Kissing and kissing and kissing like teenagers who’d just discovered the joys of the opposite sex. Long and deep. Short and sweet. Soft and hard. Moaning and sighing. Grinding against each other.
And laughing. Ducking and weaving out of reach and letting themselves be caught again.
Like they were the only two people on Earth. Like they were Adam and goddamn Eve.
By the time Justin emerged from the water twenty minutes later, with Edwina’s legs wrapped around his waist, he was ready for sin.
They landed in a heap of wet limbs on the blanket and he covered her body with his, pressing her into the ground, settling his hips between her open legs. She was laughing up at him, her eyes flashing their brilliant peacock blue. He pushed the wet strips of hair off her face admiring the way the sun shone in the water droplets on her cheeks and her eyelashes.
The sun was warm between his shoulder blades and his heart felt about a hundred times too big for his chest and he knew in that instant that he loved her.
He loved Edwina Calloway.
And funnily enough, it didn’t even surprise him because somewhere deep inside he knew he’d always been in love with her.
He just hadn’t let himself go there before.
Not that he could let himself go there now, either. Not properly. Soon. After the rally. When they were alone and there was time and people weren’t watching their every move.
She was right about that.
And he wanted it to be perfect.
So he kissed her instead. Soft and sweet and slow then long and deep as heat flared between them and passion took over, letting it speak for him as he pressed kisses down her body to the cute little bow on the edge of her underwear. He lifted it up with his teeth and looked up at her, most of the water droplets already evaporated from her skin under the heat of the sun and the hot burn of lust.
He released it. “These have to go,” he said. “My turn to taste you.”
She lifted her hips wordlessly and he stripped them off. Then he settled his head between her legs and feasted.
*
Edwina thought their car trouble spiel was mostly believed when they finally got into Tenterfield almost two hours later than everyone else. Nobody mentioned her change of shirt but she was pretty damn sure it had been noted. They slid in to the festivities as unobtrusively as they could and the
fans were just pleased to see them.
Tenterfield was proud of its heritage. From bushrangers, to the role it had played in Australia’s federation, to the famous nostalgic ballad that had put it on the international tourist map. Every visitor wanted a picture outside the Tenterfield Saddler where favourite Aussie son Peter Allen’s grandfather had toiled and Edwina lined up with Justin for her picture there, too.
It was dutifully tweeted and facebooked to the world, and Edwina was so freaking high from the amazing day, from the two hours at the waterhole, she was sure nothing could tear it asunder.
She was wrong.
The bombshell landed when they’d checked into their motel rooms late in the afternoon. Tenterfield was a small town of four thousand people and the rally participants were spread across every hotel in town. Edwina and Justin were at the same motor inn but in separate rooms.
Edwina was sliding her key into the lock of room eight when Faith approached. “Oh, hey Faith.” She smiled at the other woman as she turned the key in the door and pushed it open. “You’re here, too.”
Faith nodded. But she wasn’t smiling. She was frowning. She looked… worried. “Everything okay?”
Faith shook her head. “No.”
Hot prickles stabbed into the back of Edwina’s neck as a sudden sense of impending doom descended. “What happened?”
Faith looked lost, like she didn’t quite know what to say and Edwina got really scared then, her thoughts flying to Jenny. “Faith? You’re freaking me out now.”
“Oh, no,” she said quickly, putting her hand on Edwina’s arm. “It’s nothing like that. It’s not bad. Well… it is, but not like that. I mean… it’s not tragic or anything.”
Edwina relaxed a little. “So what is it?”
“There’s a… picture.”
And she didn’t have to say anything else. Somehow Edwina just knew what the picture was. “Me and Justin?”
She nodded. “It’s pretty much everywhere.”
Edwina shut her eyes thinking about all the things they’d done at the creek today. She’d absolutely die if it was of Justin’s head between her legs. She looked at the phone Faith had in her hands. “Have you got it there?”