by Louise, Tia
“Rules are made to be broken.” My hands slide along her lower back. “My new motto.”
“It fits you.” She exhales a laugh and I move my hands around to cup her breasts, sliding my thumbs over the hard little nipples. Her pussy clenches, and fuck me, I could do it again.
“I’ve never made that sound before.”
“It was fucking hot. Fuck that little Peterson prick. I’m ready to do you again.”
Her eyebrows rise, and she shakes her head, sliding off my lap as I reach forward quickly catching the edge of the condom. I tie it off and put it under my shirt.
She stands, and her little ass sways as she walks down to pick up her sports bra swirling in the breakers. She gives it a swish in the water and pulls it over her tits before coming back to step into her panties. Her brown eyes are serious as she pulls the sweats over her hips and scoops her shirt off the sand.
“We really can’t do that again. It’ll ruin everything.”
I stand, scooping my jeans from where we were just sitting and shaking the sand off them. “Okay. But I was right.”
Her brow furrows as she looks up at me. “You’re amazing at sex.”
“Oh, God! Oh… Oh…”
We’re back at the house and Daisy’s bent over the foot of her bed as I pound into her from behind. I’ve got one hand on her hip and the other is between her legs, circling her clit as she slides up and down my dick.
Fuck, I’m glad I know what she sounds like when she’s coming, because this position has me on the edge of blast-off, no matter how much I try to hold back.
Her heart-shaped ass bounces against my pelvis, and I watch as she pushes back against me, twerking and moaning until her thighs start to shake.
She comes, and her pussy clenches continuously, milking me. My knees buckle, and I let out a staggered groan as I pulse and fill the condom I managed to slip on before slipping into her.
We drove back to the house with very good intentions of painting all afternoon, but she kept stealing glances from the passenger’s side. Then she reached back and slid her hand over my thigh as we entered the door.
“We probably should take a shower to get all the sand off us.”
That was really all she had to say for me. I almost bent her over the kitchen table, but she sprinted up the stairs, cutting me teasing backwards glances and laughing. Her clothes were gone when I reached the bedroom.
She stood at the foot of the bed with a finger in her mouth and her thighs crossed. I wasted no time dropping to my knees and burying my face in her hot little pussy. Her gasp was shocked, and she rose onto her tiptoes before falling backwards, fingers threaded in my hair.
I held her down and ate her out until I could feel she was right on the edge. Then I flipped her over and rolled on the condom before we ended up this way, doggy style.
Pushing forward onto the bed, I hold her back to my chest as I plant kisses on her shoulder, moving up her neck to the base of her jaw.
“This is crazy,” she gasps, shaking her head. “I am crazy. I’ve lost my mind.”
My hand moves to her breast, curling my fingers around it. “What position should we try next? I think you said the shower?”
She exhales and starts to laugh, and I reach down between us to dispose of the condom. Turning onto her side, she puts a hand under her cheek, smiling as she looks up at me. It hits me right in the chest, and those thoughts of staying try to come flashing back.
I push those away. We’re just having fun, scratching an itch. We both have other plans.
“We’re supposed to be working,” she says.
I trace my finger along the blonde curl at her cheek. “It’s Sunday. You’re supposed to rest on Sunday.”
“We’re not resting. We’re fucking.”
Now that was the hottest thing I’ve heard in a while. Leaning down, I kiss her rosebud lips. “We’re rewriting history.”
She pushes up with a sigh, standing and going to her bathroom. “I’m taking a shower. You’d better take off.”
“You don’t want me to join you?” I make a disbelieving face, but she shakes her head.
“That was the last time.”
A grin splits my cheeks, and I’m about to laugh as she closes the door quickly. Not quick enough for me to miss the grin lifting her cheeks as well.
We’ll see, sex kitten. My sassy Tinkerbell.
It’s early afternoon, so I borrow Gran’s red Chevy pickup and head over to my dad’s. I’ve been procrastinating this visit, because I know what he’s going to say. Nobody can believe I’d walk away from the Chief’s deal. Sometimes I don’t believe it.
Parking the truck, I look up at the colonial mansion surrounded by black wrought iron. English ivy climbs the bricks, and a fountain is between the street and the front door. It’s one of the historic homes in Fireside, and my mom loved it so much.
I’m not sure my dad even looks at it. He just pays people to maintain it. I find him in the kitchen, and when he sees me, he crosses the room to pull me into a hug.
“When did you get in town?” He pats my shoulder.
“A couple of days ago.”
“A couple of days?” That gets me a frown as he returns to the array of canisters sitting beside the blender. “Glad you made time for dear old dad.”
I’m not really in the mood to pretend he means that. “What are you making?”
“Check this out. Twenty milligrams of collagen and a full dose of Vitamin D and peptides.” He puts two scoops of white powder over the bananas and orange syrup in the blender before sliding the large white tub across the bar to me.
Essential Proteins. I read the label briefly. Dad got into the fitness game when we were in high school. He opened a few gyms down around Oceanside Beach when it was first developing, and they blew up in popularity. Seems even on a beach vacation, some people want to hit the gym.
I’d just run on the shore.
“That’s cool.” I set the canister aside. “How you been doing?”
I’ve never been able to figure out why our dad didn’t remarry. It’s not like he didn’t get over losing our mom. I was a little pissed at him for that as a kid, but now that I’m older, I recognize the signs they weren’t really happy together.
Still, he’s a good-looking guy. Hell, J.R. and I both look like him. I’m the tallest of the three, but we all share the same light brown hair and blue eyes. Mine just gets lighter in the sun.
“Feeling my age.” He exhales a grim chuckle. “They don’t tell you how much changes when you hit fifty.”
My brow furrows. “Anything serious?”
“Only if you call poor vision, thinning hair, and saggy balls serious.”
“Jesus.” Wincing, I go to the fridge and pull out a soft drink. A mental image I do not want in my head is my dad’s saggy balls.
He cackles and hits the button on the blender. After a few ear-splitting seconds, it’s mixed, and he pours it into a tumbler. “With the way they’re developing these supplements, you’ll probably never have to worry about it.”
“Hope so.” I huff, not really believing it.
“So you turned them down.” His eyes narrow, and just like that, we dive into the shit.
“You know I’m no quarterback. They wanted J.R. for that position.”
“You’re right. John was a fool to turn down their offer. He let you down, too. If he’d taken the deal, they’d have offered you starting receiver. You two are a team, dynamite on the field, and you threw it all away.”
“It’s not what he wanted to do. It’s not what I want to do.” He makes a disgusted noise, but I’m not finished. “Do you know how many concussions NFL quarterbacks get? You know what that does to your brain?”
“When you’re that rich, you can afford the doctor bills. Hell, just look at all these retired guys doing commercials, hosting sports shows, making a killing. It’s a good life.”
“Not all of them are that lucky. J.R. wanted to be a dad. I’m going to Hollywo
od.”
“Hollywood.” He huffs a derisive laugh, and a flash of shame tightens my throat. “I’ll give you five minutes.”
“Thanks,” I mutter.
“Anybody can be a dad.”
“Not anybody can be a good dad.”
He sets down his drink. “Is that supposed to mean something?”
“It means what I said.”
Blue eyes level on mine. I’ve seen him make grown men pee their pants with that glare. I’m not feeling the urge.
He adopts a superior tone. “A good dad teaches you to stand on your own two feet. He prepares you for opportunity and helps you seize it when it appears.”
“Yeah, I get it. I was pretty naïve thinking you’d understand having a dream.” Setting my empty can on the bar, I’m ready to go.
“I had a dream. It was the dream I passed on to my boys. I had all the talent of you two combined, but once I blew out my knee it was over.” He rounds the bar. “This is a once in a lifetime chance. It’s not over for you.”
“This conversation’s over. See you around, Dad.”
His sharp reply follows me to the door. “If you turn your back on this offer and go to L.A., don’t come crawling back here when you fail.”
Don’t worry. I’m never coming back here.
Nine
Daisy
“Do geese see God?” Scout stands in the center of the master suite shirtless, half-used paint supplies scattered all around us.
I, by contrast, am down to my underwear and socks. “Wow.”
His head tilts to the side. “Seriously? Wow?”
“It counts! It’s a palindrome.”
I’m still not sure how he talked me into a game of strip palindrome. Actually, I do know. He could talk me into pretty much anything at this point. Ever since that massive orgasm in the ocean, and the following two, I’ve been in deep smit.
I walked around sore and achy from riding his cock all evening, then I dreamed about riding it all night. He held me in his arms, smiling down at me and smoothing my hair back with his fingers. It was fizzy and romantic, like a scene in a movie.
“Madam, I’m Adam.”
“Mom.”
“You already said Mom. Lose the bra, Sales.”
“I still have a sock left.” Pulling off my last sock, I dangle it like a striptease before tossing it to the side.
“Yeah, baby. Only two to go.”
“You’re really enjoying this.”
“Seeing a naked girl? Why yes. Yes, I am.” He grins at me. “Lonely Tylenol.”
“What the hell? How do you know all these?”
“I will never reveal my secrets. What you got?”
Sitting on the floor, I lean forward rubbing my closed eyes with my fingers. “What’s the one about Napoleon? Ere I saw Elba?”
A wicked grin curls his lips, and I flush with desire. “Final answer?”
“Final answer. You win.”
“Give me that bra.”
Pushing off the floor, I stand and walk slowly towards him, swaying my hips. When I reach him, I arch my back so my boobs lift. “Take it off me, champ.”
The grin on his lips turns hungry and his large hands slide around my body, finding the clasp. He leans down as the thin lace falls away and whispers at my ear, “Naomi, I moan.”
Shivers skirt down my arms, and I reach up to hold his cheeks as I stretch higher to find his mouth. Full lips consume mine. His tongue sweeps in, and his hands slide up my body, lifting my breasts and squeezing them, tweaking my nipples with his fingertips.
Hot wetness floods my core. I want him to fuck me so bad, I can barely think. It’s like he took the top off the bottle, and this genie is never going back inside. This genie wants to hump his brains out 24-7.
I slide my hand down the front of his pants, tracing my fingernails over his massive cock pressing against the denim. He groans, and I shiver remembering how I saw it for the first time. He walked out of the surf like Adonis emerging from the heavens, long, thick erection pointing right at me.
A thrilling thought crosses my mind, and I step back. “The winner should get a special reward.” Taking his hand, I lead him to a chair covered in a drop cloth and guide him to sit.
“This sounds good. I will allow it.”
I start to laugh as I lean forward to unfasten his pants. He fondles my breasts as he lifts his hips so I can pull them down. “Have I mentioned you have really great tits?”
“Thank you.”
The music is playing softly behind us, low and sexy. I’m in only my lace panties, which I wore specifically because I planned to rip his clothes off at some point today. He’s sitting in that chair with his cock hard and visible in his boxer briefs.
Holding my hands over my head, I rotate my hips in a circle, turning my back so my ass is in his face.
“Yeah, baby. Great little ass.” Large hands slide over my butt, and I lower to his lap, rotating my hips over his erection, giving him a little lap dance.
He hisses a groan and I turn slowly to face him, putting both hands under my breasts and lifting them, sliding my fingers over my tingling nipples.
His eyes are dark, and he licks his lips watching.
I have no idea who I am right now. I only know he brings this out in me. “Now for your reward.”
“That wasn’t it?” His voice is rough, and it thrills me to my core.
I drop to my knees and grasp the band of his jockeys. He lifts his hips again, and they’re gone, his cock springing free. I rise and pull it into my mouth, licking my tongue all around the tip.
“Oh, fuck.” He groans, sliding his hand over my cheek.
My head lowers, and I pull him in as far as I can. His dick is really long, so I pull up, grasping it with my hand and pumping the lower shaft as I focus on the tip, sucking and licking. His hips jerk and lift, like he’s trying not to thrust it down my throat, and heat floods my core.
“Jesus.” He groans loud, his head falling back. “Daisy, you’re going to make me come.”
Popping off, I move my hand fast up and down, like I’m shaking a can of paint and grin. “That’s the point.”
He exhales roughly, gasping, and the look on his face is divine torment. I’m about to go down again when he grabs me under the arms and lowers me onto the drop cloth on my back.
“I’m not coming down your throat.” Snatching up his jeans he feels all around. “No… fuck no…”
The desperation in his tone almost kills my growing orgasm. “It’s okay this time. Just do it.”
Blue eyes meet mine. “You sure? I mean, I’m clean.”
“I’ve only done it with one other guy, and we used protection.”
He’s back over me, lining up his dick, and with one swift push, he’s in. “Oh, fuck,” he gasps as I moan and start to buck.
Large hands grip my thighs, and he lifts them, pulling me closer as he stays on his knees.
His brow lowers, and that command enters his tone. “Touch yourself.”
My eyes are locked on his as I reach between my legs and circle my clit. I’m so electric, my orgasm is surging by the third pass. Closing my eyes, I arch my back and circle faster, wanting all of this precious bliss.
He releases my legs and puts his hands on the floor beside me, pumping faster as I come. Sizzling fireworks flood my belly, flutters ripple in my feet, and he lowers his face to consume my lips. His kiss is sloppy and perfect, licking my chin and filling my mouth with salt.
Kissing his way down my body, he nuzzles my breast and sucks a nipple into his mouth. He sucks repeatedly, grazing me with his teeth, and it’s the most exquisite flash of pleasure. I have another little eruption of spasms around his dick, and his head pops off.
Arching up, he grasps my hips, holding steady as he groans and comes. It’s alternate staccato thrusts and long holds as his dick pulses, and it’s so sexy, so much more slippery.
Moments pass and he lowers to his elbows above me. “That was crazy. I’ve never
done it without protection before.”
“Me either.”
“You’re too damn sexy.”
Reaching up, I trace my finger along the line of his jaw. “I was going to implode into a million pieces if you didn’t fuck me just then.”
“Do implosions have pieces?”
“This one would’ve.”
“I’ve created a monster.” He leans down to kiss me again, and I hold his face.
We kiss longer, deeper. We’re licking and sucking, taking little nibbles, exhaling little moans as we make out like teenagers.
He’s inside me, between my legs, filling my arms, filling my dreams. My heart moves to his with so much longing. My soul reaches for his, and I imagine him cupping my cheeks, asking me for forever…
“We’re running out of time.” His words hit me like a punch to the heart.
My stomach twists painfully, and my dream rips like the needle across a record. With a hiccuped breath, I blink back the unexpected heat flooding my eyes. Oh my God. Don’t fucking cry…
His brow furrows. “I meant to paint. We’re running out of time to paint.”
“Of course!” I exhale an unconvincing laugh, and sit up fast, dodging his gaze. “I’ve got to run to the restroom.”
Moving quickly, I stand and go to the hall, crossing the landing to my room. I decide to go ahead and take a shower because, damn. We made a mess.
Softly, I lock the bathroom door. I’m not trying to send a message or anything, but I can’t take him coming in here right now. It might kill me.
I step into the warm spray and close my eyes as the hot tears begin to fall, as my silly dream slips down the drain.
Every heartbeat is pain flashing through my chest. I don’t know how I let this happen. Why did I let this happen? It hurts so much…
I said I’d be finished on Friday, going to Columbia to meet Spencer’s boss Miles Klaut. Scout’s plane leaves on Friday. It was never going to last. It was never meant to be forever. It wasn’t love.
Standing in the warm water, I try to stop the hot tears tracing down my face. I try to reason with the hurricane battering my insides. It takes too long, and by the time I return to the master suite, he’s gone.