by Cathryn Fox
“You’re going to kill yourself.” I put my arms around her and spin her.
“No, I’m going to beat you. I was on the swim team in high school.”
“We’ll see about that,” I say and set her behind me.
“No fair. You’re a cheater,” she calls out as I wade out. She finishes undressing, and I nearly bite off my tongue when I find her in a bikini that showcases all her beautiful curves. My dick instantly hardens, despite the cold water. She splashes in after me, and I stand there too busy admiring her to realize she’s been closing that gap.
She dives in when she reaches her waist and I lose her as she goes underwater. I dive in after her, and when I come up, I spot her ahead of me, just inches from the wharf. I push harder, and when I lift my head again, she’s standing on the wharf doing a victory dance.
“Smart ass,” I say and she turns and shakes her backside at me.
“Such a sore loser.”
“Such an obnoxious winner,” I tease.
She crooks her fingers. “That’s right I’m the winner, now get your ass up here.”
I hoist myself up, and stand next to her, and she steps into me, her hands going around my shoulders, our bodies meshed. Her lips find mine for a slow, simmering kiss, and I groan into her mouth.
“Think anyone can see us out here?” she asks.
“There you go again. Thinking about sex,” I tease as my hard cock presses into her stomach.
She laughs. “You know I’ve never had sex outside, or under the stars before,” she tells me. “Have you?”
“Can I plead the fifth?”
She laughs. “Sure but that answers my question.” She goes quiet and then asks, “Is there anything we can do that you’ve not done with another woman? Something special?”
“You want to be my first for something?”
“Yes.”
I get that she wants something special, especially after her douche bag ex telling her she was anything but, but everything about this woman is special. I keep trying to prove it, yet she’s not seeing it.
“We got married, Kins. I’m your first husband and you’re my first wife. That’s pretty special.”
She laughs. “It’s not real, and I want something real, that’s a first for both of us, you know. Something we can remember…later, when we’re done. But I’m not sure that’s possible.” She laughs. “You do have a reputation.” She runs her nails over my back lightly, and my body quivers. “Cold?” she asks.
“Hot, baby, for you.” I make a move to kiss her and she pushes me off her. I stand there stunned. Was it something I said?
“I won,” she reminds me, going into playful mode. “So…” She taps her chin like she’s thinking about her prize.
“What do you want, Kinsley?” I ask, taking a step closer. Her breathing is deep, heavy, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling as desire races through her.
She looks down and her voice is soft, low, when she says, “I don’t think it’s something I should ask for.”
My heart leaps. Jesus is she looking for more? Too afraid to ask since we set the terms for this ‘marriage’?
She puts her hand on my chest. “Tell me,” I say, in a soft voice, as I touch her chin and lift her eyes to mine.
“Have you ever had sex without a condom?” she asks quietly, like she’s afraid someone might overhear us.
“No,” I say, lowering my voice to match hers. “Have you?”
“Actually, yeah. I was in a long-term relationship and was on the pill.”
“Are you still on it?” I ask, as the idea grips my balls and squeezes tight.
“Yes.”
I lightly run my knuckles over her face. “I’m clean Kinsley. I promise you that.”
“I believe you. I’m clean, too. Like squeaky clean. I haven’t been with anyone since ‘he who shall not be named’ broke it off with me. Well, until you came along.”
“I like that you broke your dry spell with me.”
She makes a sound. “Yeah, but that was kind of a mistake, Cason.”
“Yeah, it was a mistake—.
She cuts me off and says, “Do you want to have sex without a condom?”
My dick jumps in my pants. I always wrap, and the idea of skin on skin with this beautiful woman…well, I might just lose my fucking mind.
“It won’t really be anything special. I’ve done it before,” she adds.
“It’ll be special.” I take a deep breath and exhale harshly. “Believe me, it’ll be real fucking special.”
The next thing I know, she’s dipping her hand into my shorts, and taking my cock in her palm. I laugh, and she looks up at me. “Am I not doing this right?”
“Oh, baby you’re doing it right. I was just thinking, we would have been doing it without a condom out here anyway because I don’t have one in my swim shorts.”
“But there were always other things we could do. We can’t take the chance of getting pregnant.”
“No, I would have taken the risk,” I say. “That’s how much I need to be inside you.”
She smiles, like she enjoys the power she has over me, the way I forget all about the real world, and the consequences of our actions when I’m with her.
“Well I would have kept my wits and put a stop to it,” she says.
“Really. Let’s see about that,” I say. I slide my hand around her wet body, and pull her tight against me. A fine shiver goes through her and my lips close over hers for a hot, heavy, passion-filled kiss that I hope, leaves her a little dizzy. Our tongues tangle and play and her moans of pleasure curl around me.
I break the kiss, and find that sensitive spot on her neck until she’s writhing in need. She lifts one leg, and rubs up against me as she wraps it around me, and I bite back a smile as I take her to that place where common sense is a thing of the past. She’s the only woman in the world who’s ever taken me there, and that’s a first.
I sink to my knees and pull her down with me. I lower her to her back, and she reaches for me. I climb over her. “Look up,” I say, and she does.
“So beautiful.” Her voice is a soft, drowsy whisper, that wraps around my soul.
“Not as beautiful as what I’m looking at,” I say, and she turns her focus back to me.
“There are times you really do say all the right things, Cason.”
I tug her bathing suit top down to expose her pert nipples, realizing that with her, it’s easy to say the right things. “I’m only telling the truth, though,” I say. With her it’s easy to say what’s in my heart, because I like her so much, and truly want this to work.
“If I told you I wanted my mouth on your gorgeous pussy, would those be the right words?” I tease as I shimmy lower, pressing kisses to her hot flesh.
“The absolute best words,” she says, tossing her head from side to side. Her hips come up and her sweet honeyed scent fills my senses. My God, I am going to eat this woman until she’s crying out my name and begging for more. I have never wanted to pleasure a woman as much as I do with her.
I position myself between her legs, and slide her bikini bottoms down. I set them aside carefully. I do not want her running back to our cottage naked, everyone seeing what’s mine.
What’s mine?
Fuck yeah, she’s mine. She’s all mine. She’s Mrs. Kinsley Elizabeth Palmer-Callaghan. My wife. Now I just have to convince her that a relationship is not a bad thing and that I’m not going to hurt her like her ex. Then maybe we can have a chance at this thing called a future. I part her legs, and run my hands up her thighs, groaning as the heat of her sex reaches my fingertips.
“You’re burning up,” I say.
“Uh huh,” is all she says in response and I resist a chuckle. Oh, yeah, she would have kept her wits about her my ass. But Goddammit, I love this. I love the way she opens up under my touch, sheds all inhibition and just takes what she wants without any insecurities. Sure I made other women moan, sure I was adamant that I pleasured them properly first,
but this woman’s pleasure is more important to me than breathing. I want her to know she has value, and show her that she deserves to be worshipped. She was just never with the right man, much like I was never with the right woman.
I lick her sweet cunt, all the way from the bottom to the top, flattening my tongue to press it against her swollen clit. I steal a quick glance up, and her eyes have fallen shut.
“Open your eyes, baby. Look at the stars.”
“I don’t need them open to see stars,” she says and I chuckle against her sex, which illicits a moan as the vibrations go through her body.
“Open them anyway. I want you to see those stars as I take you into space.” Her lids lift, and I lick her some more, knowing her body well now. Know how to take her higher and higher and leave her lingering.
I put a finger inside her, and her walls clamp around me. She’s chanting my name, and my heart beats that much faster. I finger fuck her the way she likes, and circle her clit with the soft blade of my tongue. I slide a second finger into her and a whimpering sound reaches my ears. Jesus, she is so close. I inch out, and her gaze flies to mine.
“Cason,” she says, her breath so ragged I can barely make out my name on her lips.
“Do you have your wits about you Kinsley?”
“God, no. Please put your cock inside me.” I chuckle, but who am I to fucking talk? I can barely remember my own name as her need wraps around my cock and strokes hard.
My chuckle dies an abrupt death and morphs into a heated moan. “Kins.”
“I want to feel your thickness inside me. I want to come all over your big cock.”
Holy fuck, yes. It takes all my effort to find the words to ask, “If you weren’t on the pill would you still be saying that?”
“Yes.” She grabs my shoulders. “You win. I want you so much, I don’t care about anything but your cock inside me.”
“I win because I’m here with you, Kins. But you’re about to win, too. You did after all, beat me to the dock, so I think you should come all over my face, and then again with my cock inside you.”
“Yes, Cason. All…the…right…words.”
I dip into her, changing the rhythm and pace, plunging deep and fast, and hard, circling the bundle of nerves inside as I take her clit into my mouth. Within seconds she’s bursting all over my tongue, and crying out my name. Her fingers go to my hair and she tugs as she rides out the waves. I lick her, eat her, bury my face deep as her liquid desire soaks me. I come up for air and her eyes are dark, intense, and locked on mine. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such need on her face. I’m not going to make her wait one more second. I’m going to fulfil that need, now.
“My cock. Inside you.” It’s all I can say. Creating full, coherent sentences is a thing of the past and I’m okay with it. I lay over her and she opens her legs, welcoming my unsheathed cock into her tight body. In one thrust I’m high inside, and her muscles squeeze me so tight, I’m pretty much a goner. How the fuck does sex with her get better and better every time?
Oh, probably because I like her in a way I’ve never liked another. She’s been hurt in the past, is relationship shy, so I need to tread carefully, keep my feelings to myself. Which is utterly fucking insane. I’m the guy who can never express his feelings properly and the one time I want to, the one time I want to jump up and scream to anyone who will listen that this woman is stealing my heart, I can’t.
How’s that for fucked up?
14
Kinsley
After waking up to soft kisses from Cason, I fell back to sleep as he joined the others for a friends and family fishing trip. I much prefer a comfy bed over bugs and worms. Now it is late morning and the sound of the water lapping against the shore and the birds chirping nearby, pull me wide awake. I stretch out, my body sore in the most glorious ways. Forcing my legs to move, I dash to the bathroom for a quick shower, not really wanting to sleep away any more moments of this trip.
I wash thoroughly, touching my body and reminiscing about all the ways Cason made love to me last night. Made love? I’m not sure I can call it that, but his touch, the way he talked to me, wrapped around my heart and hugged. Everything about last night was beautiful, and touching, and not something I’m ready to quit. I don’t even want to think about how many days we have left, and that’s just not good.
Once washed, I dry, tug on my bathing suit, and grab my cover-up. I wander slowly through the cottage. Has Cason ever brought any other women here? Has he made love to them in the very same bed I just crawled out of? Ribbons of unease curl around my stomach and twist. Honestly, it shouldn’t bother me if he has. I mean he is known for his reputation, and heck, what we have isn’t special. We can’t even find one thing to do that we haven’t already done with someone else. Is it stupid that I asked about that? Probably, and I hate that it bothers me so much. The truth is, every time he touches me, looks at me and worships my body, he makes me feel special. Deep down, though, I’m smart enough to know I’m not.
Then again, maybe I am.
My ex’s words hurt, left me insecure, and while I like to think I’m over it, a confident woman, maybe all that uncertainty is lingering just below the surface, holding me back from telling the man how I feel about him. I work to push my worry and uncertainty down as I glance at the photos on the wall. I can’t help but smile, and maybe fall for him just a little tiny bit more. Is that even possible? I touch the frame of one picture to straighten it. Cason doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to hang photos of his childhood or his nephews. I can only assume Nina was behind this, trying to make his house a home.
If I lived here—.
I quickly cut off those thoughts. I can’t go there. We’re just pretending right? Or are we? My God, I am just so confused about everything. If I wasn’t so darn worried about messing things up and scaring him off, I’d come right out and ask.
I tug on my bathing suit cover-up and make my way downstairs to find Nina and Katee knocking on the front door of the cottage. “Good morning,” I say and swing it open. Sunshine and a warm summer breeze wash over me and help lighten my insides. This weekend is about having fun, not worrying over my future, so I’m going to shut down all those worrisome thoughts and do just that.
“You just getting up?” Katee asks as she adjusts her daughter Khloe in her arms.
“Yeah, late night.” I widen the door even more and wave them in, hoping they can’t see the blush crawling up my neck as I think about the reason I was up until the crack of dawn. “I need coffee.”
“I could use a cup,” Nina says. Katee steps in, and Nina closes the door behind them. She spreads her arms and takes a deep breath. “I love my boys, but my God it’s nice to be child-free for a few hours.”
Katee and I laugh at that, and she bounces her daughter. “I’m hoping when little missus here gets older, she’ll enjoy tagging along with the others.”
Nina looks past my shoulders, her gaze landing on a picture of her, Cason, and Cole, probably taken around ten years ago. She smiles, and it’s easy to tell her thoughts are a million miles away. “Cason took me everywhere with him,” she says.
“Really. I didn’t know that.” I start down the hall, and the women follow.
“He was a great big brother. I always thought I was a nuisance, but he liked having me around, even though he never came right out and said it.” A pause and then she continues with, “Is he still saying all the right things to you, Kinsley?” I steal a glance at her over my shoulder and note her curious grin.
“Ah, yeah, kind of. Let’s get that coffee going.” We make our way into the kitchen and I go straight for the coffee pot, needing the caffeine to wake me up. “Did you decorate this place?” I ask.
“I had a little help from my friends.”
“I love all the pictures. It’s so homey.” I bite my lip, wanting to ask more, wanting to ask how many women he’s brought here, but I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.
“The place would be all bare wa
lls if he had it his way. It needed a woman’s touch, and since he’s never brought a woman here, I had no choice but to do it myself. I’m glad you like it.”
My heart leaps at that little tidbit of information. As Nina eyes me, I try not to show any outward reaction, but I don’t think I’m pulling off casual by any means. The small smile on her face as she takes me in speaks volumes. I’m transparent. I didn’t even have to ask the question for her to know it was lingering on my tongue, dancing in my eyes.
Making herself at home, and really, it’s more Nina’s home than mine, she pulls the milk from the fridge. She looks at all the food before closing the door. “How much food did you bring?” she asks.
I laugh and open the cupboards until I find the mugs. I set three on the counter. “I thought it would be fun if I cooked for everyone tonight.”
“Sweetie,” Katee says. “You do enough cooking for us on your truck. Let us take care of you. Better yet, let the guys take care of us all,” she adds with a chuckle. “We deserve the break for all we put up with. Isn’t that right, Khloe?” she says to her toddler.
Katee might be complaining, but she’s doing it playfully. The warm smile on her face, and the adoration shining in her eyes is a good indication of how much she loves her family, and I get the sense it’s very give and take between husband and wife. I like that in a relationship. Friends and partners. Taking care of one another. Through good times and bad. In the bad times my ex tossed me to the curb. I can’t ever imagine Cason doing something like that. My heart does an odd little flip in my chest, and I clear my throat to pull myself together when I catch the way the two women are staring at me as I go all dreamy like over my crush.
“I love cooking,” I say, getting back on topic. “Tonight I thought I’d do homemade flatbread pizzas. I wanted to keep the kids in mind, so I’m sure it’s cheese and pepperoni for them. The adult versions will be a little fancier with grilled chicken and pineapple salsa.”