by Fawkes, Sara
sit on the deck and wait. It’s a beautiful day and the fall colors are gorgeous.”
I hold Connor’s hand and follow him out onto the deck. There are no other guests around, mostly
everyone is packing up or has already checked out. Connor sits in a wooden Adirondack chair and
pulls me onto his lap. He sighs as he looks up at me. “I’m going to miss you, sweet girl.”
“I’m going to miss you too.” I lean down and kiss him. God, I love his lips. They are so soft.
“Tess?”
“Yeah?”
He touches a wisp of hair by the side of my head. “Thank you,” he says softly.
I pull back. “For what? I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
For only the second or maybe third time during my stay, I see a serious expression on Connor’s
face. “For what you’ve done for Wade. For me.”
I laugh. “I haven’t done anything. Believe me, you two have made this the best weekend ever.”
Shaking his head, Connor says, “No. You don’t understand. After what happened last time, with
our threesome? Wade hasn’t only been avoiding women. He’s been avoiding everyone. Me included.”
“Really?”
He nods. “He pushes me away every chance he gets. Doesn’t matter what I say...or do.” He shakes
his head. “The man can be as stubborn as a bull when he wants to be.”
“I imagine he can be.”
Connor gets this amazing look of tenderness as he twists my hair around his finger. “Things are
going to be different now, thanks to you.”
“I hope so.”
“I know so.”
“Hey!” Both Connor and I turn to find Wade standing in the doorway to the Big House a smile on
his lips, a serious expression in his eyes. “I thought maybe you’d left without saying goodbye.”
I get up from Connor’s lap and walk up to Wade. I have to look up, way up, because the man’s so
tall. Lord, I love him. I take hold of his hands and squeeze. “I wouldn’t leave without saying
goodbye.”
“Good, because I have a present for you.”
“Wade,” I say. “You know I can’t accept anything. I have no space for gifts and no home—”
He silences me with a kiss. A wonderfully warm and inviting kiss. After the kiss he smiles down at
me with a new sort of light in his dark eyes. He pulls an envelope out of his pocket and hands it to me.
Inside is a gift certificate for a free stay at the ranch.
“I can’t accept this.”
“It’s not a gift, it’s more of an invitation.”
Connor gets up from the chair to join us, slinging an arm over my shoulder. “We want you to come
back. Not as a guest.”
“We want this to be your...home. Whenever you need one.”
“Really?” I look from one to the other. I experience two conflicting sensations, overwhelming
sadness that I have to leave and unbearable joy at the thought of returning to the ranch and to these
men. To a home...of sorts.
“Really,” Wade says, tucking a wayward lock of hair behind my ear. “In fact, I’m already planning
your next visit.”
Oh God. I can just imagine what Wade has planned. I’m sure I’m going to spend the majority of
my flight to New York playing out possible scenarios for my next visit. “How about next weekend?” I
joke, my pulse racing at the thought of hanging out with these men...of getting naked with them again.
“Not soon enough.”
Going up on tiptoes, I kiss Wade. Then I turn and kiss Connor. I take hold of each man’s hand and
squeeze, grinning wildly in anticipation of our next rendezvous. “I can’t imagine a better gift, thank
you.”
“You’re a pretty damn fine gift yourself,” Connor says as he wraps me in a bear hug.
Wade joins us, kissing the top of my head. “Don’t be a stranger,” he whispers.
“I won’t,” I reply.
There’s an incredible sense of peace that settles over me as I’m embraced by these two men. They
make me feel loved. Complete. Safe.
They make me feel ready to go out and love some more.
THE END
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Making my way across the room of the guesthouse, I go to the curtains and spread them wide, smiling
as I take in the red tile roofs leading down to the port of Molyvos at the base of the hill. The azure
blue of the Aegean Sea sparkles in the late afternoon sun.
Ahh.
I have a feeling this is going to be one of my best holidays yet.
A knock sounds on my door and my heart flips as I anticipate coming face to face with dear Mrs.
Kinellis after so many years. “Come in,” I call, still standing by the French doors, not wanting to
betray how anxious I am to see her again.
Except, it’s not her.
Standing in the open door is someone who is as opposite to Medea Kinellis as you can get.
First of all he’s a ‘he’ not a ‘she’. Secondly, he’s young. Late twenties, maybe? Thirdly, where
Medea was barely five feet tall,
this man is enormous. Six foot three at least. He’s too tall. Too big.
He has to duck in order to clear the doorway.
He’s wearing an open-neck cotton shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, and loose linen trousers like he’s
just come from a photo shoot on the beach. His hair is a mass of dark curls and his face is tanned with
a wide jaw and the kind of nose sculptors take great care to reproduce in stone.
But it’s his eyes that captivate me. They’re tawny colored—I think, it’s hard to tell from this far
away—anyway, the color contrasts with his dark skin tone and dark lashes making him look like a tall,
delicious, god with king-of-the-jungle eyes.
There’s something familiar about him too, like I’ve seen him on TV. Or, like he’s made a guest
appearance in one of my many illicit dreams.
Yes. That last one.
“Ms. Savage. Welcome to the Daphnis and Chloe Guesthouse.” He looks around the room. “I hope
you find everything to your liking.” His voice rumbles like a volcano about to erupt, and I feel the
wonderful resonance of it in my chest. Even though he has the coloring of a Greek man, he’s got this
beautiful British accent.
Sublime.
I’ve got a partiality to accents, British accents in particular. Probably because they sound so
proper. Given the right partner in the bedroom, that proper accent creates a tantalizing dichotomy
when coupled with completely improper requests and the sound of his accent prompts my imagination
to take me there...with him.
“Would you kindly shed your garments, Ms. Savage? Yes. Lovely. Lie on the bed. Spread your legs.
Ah, that’s it. Beautiful. Now, will you permit me to tell you exactly what I’m going to do to you...?”
“Is everything all right? Is the room to your satisfaction?”
I clear my throat and glance around. “Yes, everything looks lovely.”
What is wrong with me? Two minutes in his presence and I’m imagining sex scenes with the poor
man.
Fickle, fickle Tessa.
What was it? Less than twenty-four hours ago I was with Alander?
Alander who?
I know, terrible, isn’t it?
Now I only have eyes for the tall Adonis with the lion eyes and the sexy accent who has barely
made it inside my doorway. If he doesn’t leave my room soon, I’m going to jump him and it won’t be
pretty.
“We normally serve breakfast downstairs between seven and nine, but as you’re our only
guest...we can make other arrangements if you like.”
My warped brain takes his words and twists them as if he’s suggesting illicit arrangements.
I give my head a little shake and rub my eyes. But when I open them, I swear I catch him checking
me out. His gaze starts somewhere mid-calf and up it goes with a leisurely browse. Then back down.
Only to shimmy back up, even more slowly, giving me the shivers.
I swallow.
My hand flutters to my throat and I fight the urge to undo the top button on my blouse.
Not good.
“I can bring your breakfast up here, if you like.”
To my one-track mind, it’s like he’s suggesting that he, himself, is on the menu.
“Ms. Savage?”
“What? Sorry. What?”
“Is that all right with you?”
“Yes. Yes of course.” I nod even though I have no idea what I’ve agreed to. I think it’s something
about breakfast. Not sure. Doesn’t matter. “Thank you.” I say, trying to politely wave him out before I
do something insane. “Everything is lovely. Perfect. Really. Thank you.”
He smiles as he backs out the door. It’s an interesting smile. Secretive. Like he can read my dirty
mind.
No. That’s just my overactive imagination.
There’s something wrong with me.
“If you need anything, anything at all...my name is Nicolai and I’d be happy to serve you.”
With that, he closes the door and I am left to deal with my insanely naughty thoughts. I lean
against the door and press a hand to my feverish forehead. My reaction to Nicolai—what a nice name
—might be understandable given his striking physical presence, but is no less unacceptable. I just met
the man. Good lord. My reaction is over the top, even for me. I’m sure it’s because I’ve had my
arousal prematurely squelched with the whole Alander-being-married thing.
There’s only one remedy. I lock the door to my suite, unpack my suitcase, locate my vibrator and
sprawl out on the big bed, taking the matter of my unspent arousal into my own hands.
My imagination takes me back to the elevator this morning...with Alander. In my new version, his
body guards aren’t there, it’s just us. I’m facing the mirror at the back and Alander is behind me, his
hands all over me...
“You shouldn’t have made me wait, Tessa Savage,” he whispers into my hair.
“I had no choice,” I say.
“Is that right?”
“Yes.”
He lifts my skirt up to my waist, caressing my bare back side. “You had a choice then...” I hear the
sound of his fly sliding open. “ Now , you have no choice.” His hand moves and his body shifts until his
hard male flesh presses right up against the cleft of my butt. “You are going to take me right here...”
He slips a finger into the tight opening of my ass. “And you are going to enjoy it.”
“You think so?” I gasp as he fits another finger inside.
“I know so.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Yes I am.” He works a third finger into me and spreads my tense muscles from within. Plunging
and twisting, working me, loosening me...readying me for his cock. “Fuck I love your ass,” he
murmurs.
Wanting what he’s suggesting as much as he wants it, I can’t help but make soft sounds of pleasure
while I arch my back, opening myself to his questing touch.
“That’s it, Tess,” he groans, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock.
Oh God! I’m still so tight. I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know if I can handle him.
It’s too late. He’s pushing himself inside me just as the elevator rocks to life. I cry out in acute
arousal and dismay as the door dings and slides open. I open my eyes to see the reflection of a crowd
of people looking in on us.
Alander plunges again.
Oh!
I turn my pleasure-logged gaze to his reflection to tell him to stop.
Only one problem. It’s not Alander fucking me from behind...it’s another man, a much younger
man. One with dark curls and incredible hazel eyes.
“Nicolai?”
My orgasm takes me by storm and I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle my cries.
Holy shit.
All it took was an image of Nicolai’s face, contorted with desire, and...BAM!
So much for using masturbation as means of controlling my thoughts about the poor man I just
met.
I lie on my back, with my knees bent, massaging my temples.
I’m pretty sure I know what my problem is. I’ve gone without sex longer than I should have. The
little interlude with Alander yesterday only served to aggravate my libido, so now I’m reacting to the
first attractive, red-blooded male I see. There’s only one solution. I need to find a lover. Quick.
However, when I head out that evening with plans to go to the nearest taverna for supper and
hopefully meet someone of like mind, I
run into the very man I’m trying to avoid. He’s carrying a
cloth bag filled with fresh vegetables and he’s wearing a perplexed expression on his handsome face.
I was hoping my lust-logged brain had embellished his attributes. Unfortunately, it did not. In fact,
if anything he is even more attractive. He seems somehow bigger outside in the narrow alleyway. His
eyes shine brighter, his shoulders appear broader and the smile on his face hints at even naughtier
secrets.
The mere sight of him triggers a tightening of my nipples and a throbbing between my thighs.
Not good. This is not good.
“Ms. Savage,” he says with a frown. “You are eating at the guesthouse this evening, aren’t you?
My cousin’s grilling fresh mackerel and the spanakopita’s already in the oven.”
“Oh,” I say, covering my mouth. So that’s what he’d asked me about earlier while I was immersed
in my wicked fantasy. I clear my throat. “I did say I was eating in tonight, didn’t I?”
“Yes.” He gives me an odd look.
“Right. Well, let’s go back to the guesthouse then, shall we?” Oh no. I wonder if he can hear that
I’m putting on a little bit of a British accent. I do that sometimes, I unconsciously adopt the accent of
others around me. Perhaps it’s because I have no home but make my home wherever I am at the
moment.
“Good.” He furrows his brow before continuing down the lane to the guesthouse.
I follow so close that I catch a whiff of his personal scent; citrus, cardamom and fresh air. He
smells like a beach party. It’s a little slice of heaven and instantly brings on more vivid fantasies
starring...him. My naughty gaze drops to the mound of taut flesh covered by loose linen, moving
directly in front of me.
I try to tear my eyes away, but I’m not having much luck.
It’s not until he stops and I nearly run straight into him that I lift my gaze. Is he smiling that sort
of half-smile because he caught me staring at his ass?
“I hope you’re hungry.”
“Yes. Very.”
“Please.” With a sweep of his hand, he indicates the open door to the guesthouse. I precede him
inside and he ushers me to the terrace where a table has been set for two. Pulling out my chair, he gets
me settled before disappearing inside again to drop off his purchases.
He returns with a bottle of ouzo and two small glasses which he promptly fills. He hands me one