by Marie Fraser
Camilla wasn’t a bad friend, in fact if you needed her she was always there for you. But she was sort of an acquired taste sometimes. Camilla was a little rough around the edges, but that’s what Celine liked about her friend. She was tough and never took shit from anyone.
A smile tugged on the corner of Celine’s lips as she pictures her friend already sprawled out on her bed of choice, with a book cracked open on her lap, making her chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” Rebecca asked, as she looked over her shoulder.
“Oh, nothing. Which way are the bedrooms?” Celine replied, as she walks further into the room, admiring the bay window that opened up one of the walls and offered a cozy seat beneath it.
Rebecca motioned to the left with her head. Her interest was consumed by the miscellaneous items on the shelf. There were a few board and card games, she even saw a few books that she was familiar with and some sort of basket that caught her attention.
“Are you coming Becca?” Celine’s voice drifted from around the corner of the hallway.
“Oh yeah, I’ll be right there!” She answered, as she picked up her bag and scampered to join her friend.
They walked down the hallway together. There weren’t any windows in this passage way, but the décor made up for it. On both sides of the walls were photos taken on the campsite. They were mainly nature shots, but there were also a few unfamiliar faces.
Celine guessed that they were probably former inhabitants of this cabin. The first door they came to was a surprisingly large bedroom. It had a big window and a large closet, in the corner Celine spotted an easel.
“Hey Becca, do you like this room?” She asked her friend, spying a nightstand in the farthest corner. There was a lamp on it and a small basket, although she couldn’t tell what was in it from the doorway.
Rebecca pops her head into the room and scrunched her nose in distaste. “I think I’ll pass. I’m not a big fan of overly large rooms. But it’s kind of cute, I guess.”
Celine laughed, “In that case, I’ll just leave my bag here. I like this room. The window is absolutely magnificent. I can just imagine waking up in the morning to the sun shining on me.”
Celine shivered with absolute joy and fully entered the room to drop her bag on the bed. She ran her hand over the bed sheets for a moment before leaving. They were so soft and welcoming, she couldn’t wait to curl up in them and fall asleep.
Once she’s back out in the hallway, with Rebecca, they hear laughter from down the hall.
“I wonder what those two are doing,” Rebecca said, her stylish eyebrows rising in interest.
“We might as well go find out,” Celine answered in response, quite curious herself.
The two girls walk further down the hallway; the next door was open and empty. Rebecca stopped in front of it.
“Celine!” She squeals and grabs her friends arm. “It’s beautiful! I love it!”
The room was tiny. Only enough room for a bed, nightstand, and a small dresser. But Celine knew why her friend had fallen for it so quickly. The window beside the bed opened outwards. Rebecca had a slight obsession with princess movies and these windows reminded her of them.
Rebecca dances into the room and picks up a shell and lifts it to her ear, trying to hear the ocean. She sighs with success, before putting the conch shell back down.
A thud from a room two doors down attracted their attention. The last door was a strange looking bedroom. Camilla was standing in front of something laughing hysterically and pointing at something. Celine and Rebecca had to lean around her in order to see what it was.
Max had apparently fallen from the hammock he had been trying to lay on. His body sprawled under it, his hand over his mouth to confine the laughter that was forcing its way out. His leg was still caught in the fabric.
“What happened?” Celine asked, trying to contain the giggle that was bubbling up, as she looked at her friend’s faces.
“Max can’t figure out how to get into the hammock without falling right out of it again,” Rebecca giggled
“I was hoping to sleep in it, but I’m beginning to rethink that effort. All I need is to fall out in the middle of the night and wake one of you.”
Celine laughed before walking over and showing Max how to properly get in the hammock.
“Easy for you,” he grumbled good-naturedly.
“Think we’re too late for breakfast?” Celine asked, just as easily getting out of the hammock to lead the way from the room.
“I hope not,” Rebecca sighed. “I smelled bacon and sausage earlier.”
“Of course, you’d want meat,” Max pointed out, making everyone chuckle. “Hell, let’s go eat.”
***
Byron would never admit to waiting on someone, but when Celine walked through the door, he knew he’d been hoping she’d stop in for a bite to eat. Walking over to her group he smiled.
“I’m Byron, I didn’t get a chance to properly introduce myself earlier. I’m one of three owner/operators of Bear Lake. If you need anything or have any issues, please feel free to let me know.”
“Thank you,” Camille said, before they all headed toward the area that said Food Court.
Normally, Byron would have hung around and mingled with the guests, but he knew he had his fishing gear to check on before the lunchtime activities got started. He didn’t want to take a group out on the lake without checking and doing inventory on his supplies beforehand.
“Is it true that you do solo tours?”
Byron turned around to see Celine standing there, her dark hair driving him crazy. He stuffed his hands in his jean pockets to keep from reaching out to touch her. “Um, you’re the first person to ask me that. We’ve don’t advertise for them, necessarily, but if a guest requests a solo tour, we can certainly accommodate one.”
“Good,” she smiled. “I’ll let you know when I’m interested.”
Byron barely remembered to breathe before she turned and walked back to her friends, but he was a man and if he had to guess, there was a strong come on in the way Celine had mentioned being interested. If so, he’d be the one to return her interest full-force.
***
Celine had seen enough good-looking men to know that Byron was one hell of a hot man. She could just imagine those massive hands roaming over her body, holding her up while he ravaged her. Her breasts tingled with anticipation as she munched on her bagel that she’d smothered strawberries and cream cheese.
She liked that the place offered a first-rate cooked meal and some alternatives for people who were in a hurry. She wasn’t, but the bagel suited her more. “I’m doing the fishing tour,” Max said, as they all ate. “I’ve heard its first rate and the brochure all but guarantees that you’ll catch something.”
“I’m doing the nature hike later this afternoon,” Camille said. “It’ll give me time to unpack and catch a nap beforehand.”
“Those both sound fun,” Rebecca chimed in. “But I think I’ll join Camille on the nature hike. Fish really aren’t my thing.”
“I’m taking a guided tour,” Celine said, her body already anticipating alone time with Byron. Inwardly she wondered how long it’d take to talk him out of his clothes. “I caught wind of the solo tour option and it sounds amazing. I’m going swimming at the lagoon if the weather holds out.”
“Swimming, god I hope we get to do that on the hike.”
“Apparently there’s a waterfall on the hike as well.”
“Oh!” Camille said, “Now I’m super excited about going.”
Chapter 3
The four friends went their separate ways after eating. Camille and Rebecca napped, waiting for the nature hike, while Max headed for the fishing area. Celine went in search of Byron, her body already ripe for their solo tour.
Reaching the information cabin, she knocked, smiling when she heard a muffled curse before Byron appeared in the doorway. He easily filled it, being tall and largely muscled. His dark hair drew her attention as she
looked up into his face. “I was hoping now was a good time for a tour,” she said, unaccustomed to the nerves that skittered along her skin.
“Um,” he stumbled. “Yeah. I need to rearrange some things, but if you can give me ten or fifteen minutes, I’d be glad to take you on a tour.”
“That’d be great,” she smiled.
She watched him step out of the cabin and head for the main cabin. Not knowing whether or not she should follow, she trailed behind, giving Byron space as he ate up the ground with large strides. Even if she had wanted to keep up, she’d have had to jog to do so. He towered over her, even at five feet seven inches, he was a giant compared to her.
Fifteen minutes later, give or take, Byron was back, offering his hand to help her off the porch steps. “If you’re ready, we can head out.”
“Excellent,” Celine smiled. “Do I need to bring anything?”
“Um,” Byron said. “Sometimes people bring cameras or a recorder of some type. Other than that, we provide water, snacks and life jackets. Have you ever gone canoeing before?”
“When I was much younger, but I’ve heard it’s much like riding a bike.”
“Let’s hope so,” he smiled. “Either way, we’ll figure it out.”
They started the tour on the lake and Celine took several pictures of the huge expanses of mountain ridge that rose up like giant pillars on the edge, between them the water ran out toward the lagoon and a run-off toward a large river that naturally fed the lake.
“This is stunning,” she said, standing in the canoe to snap pictures.
“Just remember to keep your feet far apart,” Byron warned. “Or we’ll both go swimming.”
“Is the lagoon secluded?”
“It’s private enough,” he said. “If you and your boyfriend want to use it.”
“Oh,” she chuckled. “Max isn’t dating any of us. He prefers men, but I was actually asking, because I have quite a hankering for…you.”
***
Byron nearly bit his tongue trying to reel in the arousal that slapped him back in his seat. Was it normal for women to just come out and say shit like that? He had no idea, but here was a woman who seemed to know exactly what she wanted. The fact that she wanted him was incredibly erotic.
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” Celine was saying as Byron tried to stop the ringing in his ears.
“You didn’t,” he said, his dark eyes meeting her pretty green ones. “I just…I’m not used to having a woman just come out and say that she’s interested…like that.”
“Oh,” she said, sitting down. “I guess I’m just used to knowing what I want and going after it.”
“Usually that’s an admirable trait,” he smiled.
“But not now?”
“Now,” Byron said, touching her hand. “Now I want very much to use my hands on you, everywhere.”
“And how far is it to the lagoon?”
“Far enough that we can anticipate something a little hotter than the cool dip in the water.”
Byron rowed easily, his strong arms cutting the oars through the water with practiced grace. Still, he didn’t rush. The mere fact that Celine was as interested in him as he was her added a nice punch to his already raging hormones.
The lagoon was a perfect place for a clandestine rendezvous and he was already anticipating the feel of her warm flesh under his hands as the water ran over her lithe body.
“Tell me something interesting about yourself,” he said, breaking the sexual tension that singed the air between them.
“I’m a country girl who lives in the city. I have an intense love affair with nature and can completely understand why you would choose to live here year-round.”
“It seems to suit the three of us just fine,” he said. “We were in the service together, saw a lot of nasty shit and didn’t really have it in us to deal with the swarm of humanity in the city. So, we took our earnings and bought the set of cabins around Bear Lake. The first two years were rough and we barely came out on top. By the fourth year we were swamped with reservations, especially during the summer months.”
“It’s a gorgeous place,” Celine smiled. “I can see why it draws you in.”
“It’s my favorite place to be, most of the time.”
Five minutes later, Byron reached the opening to the nearly secluded lagoon. Neither of them said a word as he steered the canoe under the natural canopy of vines that hid the sparkling water and separated it from the river outlet. “Welcome to Bear Lake Lagoon.”
“Byron,” she whispered, awed by the utter peacefulness of the small watershed.
“I’ve always thought this was a magical place,” he said, stepping out and lifting her out as well. “Now I know it is.”
Her sharp green eyes met his and it seemed almost as if time stood still for them, waiting perhaps, for one of them to make their move.
***
Byron had never in his life been so remotely affected by a woman and he still didn’t know what it was, exactly, about Celine that had reached out and snared him. All he knew, was that he wanted her with every fiber of his being. More than that, he wanted her in his life, in a permanent sort of arrangement. He figured he’d start with the first and work toward the permanent part.
Gently touching Celine’s chin, he bent his head and took her mouth slowly, letting her get just a taste of him before he changed the kiss to one of need and heat. She opened to him slowly, her flavor seeping into him like silk as his tongue felt the sweet slide of hers. She seemed to need the slowness, so he drew her up against him, cupping her tight ass in his hands, as he’d dreamed of doing earlier that day.
“Byron,” she breathed, although to him it sounded much like an erotic moan and it sent his hormones running. Patience, he told himself, trying not to rush either of them. Her long legs wrapped around his hips and Byron slid her down so she’d feel him and know that whenever she was ready, so was he.
Bumping his hips forward he pressed his bulging cock against her mound, eliciting a moan that he gladly swallowed as he deepened their kiss.
“Jesus, Celine,” he growled, letting some of his animalistic need seep into his voice. The urge to mate was something beyond human as he ran his hands over the length of her back, removing her life jacket as he did. Seeing her in a bikini was a nice boost to his arousal, but the man and the bear wanted her naked and writhing before he would be satisfied.
His mouth clamped over her breast, feeling the hardened tip with his tongue and reveling in the way her body seemed to arch toward him, her breath already fast and a touch impatient. Then his hands were undoing her ties and letting the material float over the water. Her panties came next and finally, Byron was able to drink in the sight of her in just her skin. He noted the jolt of heat that went through him when he saw the soft curls of her mound, beckoning him to feast on her.
***
Celine had had lovers before, but none who seemed consumed by the idea of having her. Men who were more concerned with their orgasm than with pleasing her. Byron was wholly different, his mind and attention seemed to focus on making her come before he’d even really touched her and damn it was working.
Grabbing his large hand, she pressed it to her, glorying in the way his thick fingers seemed to fill her in ways no one had ever touched her before. Her body stretched to accommodate him and the idea that she had yet to know the fulfillment of his obviously hard cock barely registered as he began to build her up.
Her swollen clit throbbed before his thumb touched her and sent her spiraling into that first hard and heady orgasm. Weak, Celine rested her head on his chest and smiled when he began to show her his body’s need. She felt the way his cock pressed against her inner thigh, as if begging for her attention. How could she deny him when he’d already pleasured her so deeply?
Wiggling, Celine finally stood on her feet, her hands working quickly to undo Byron’s swim trunks. When they were finally loose, she yanked them down and promptly took the length of his hard c
ock into the warmth and wetness of her mouth. Her tongue circled the smoothness of him, enjoying the way he throbbed at her touch.
Then his hands were in her hair, tugging and releasing each time she took him into her mouth. She tasted the salty tang of his readiness before she finally released him. His hands quickly turned her around so her back faced him, his hands coming down to gently rub the taut curve of her ass. Then his cock was between her legs, his tip pressing into the swollen slit of her womanhood.
When she bent forward, Byron filled her, pressing deep as she gasped at the ripe fullness of his cock inside her. Celine knew instantly that she’d never been with a man as large and long as Byron and the thickness of his shaft added a thrill that she’d hadn’t expected. Each time he filled her the sensations mounted, growing exponentially as she met him, her ass bumping his hips as his balls slapped rhythmically at her wet clit.
His large hands guided her hips back and forth as he set a pace that was both easy for her to meet and beautifully erotic. She could feel the heavy weight of her breasts as the shook back and forth with their lovemaking and Celine knew an instant’s elation before she was soaring, her climax so full and complete that his name tore from her mouth as he filled her and stiffened as his own orgasm hit home.
***
Byron was rarely speechless but holding this breathtaking woman in his arms was doing the job. How had he gone from imagining her next to naked just this morning, to having her around him by this afternoon? Was he dreaming or was he just calling into existence what he wanted.
“I’ve never been with a man like you before,” Celine said. “To clarify, I mean I’ve never been with a man as large as you before.”
“Are you hurting?” he asked, now concerned.
“No,” she smiled, pressing a kiss to his well-muscled chest. She played lightly with his chest hair, newly aroused just touching him. “No, I’m not hurting. I just…I wanted you to know that while I’ve had lovers in my past, no one’s ever filled me quite to fully, or pleasured me quite so completely. I’ve never met a man who could give me two orgasms, let alone before he ever got him rocks off.”