The sun starts to set in the sky as I pedal us back to the dock. Kathy’s beautiful skin is now tinged pink from the sun reflecting off the water all day. We walk hand in hand back to my blanket that still lies in the same spot I placed it when we arrived earlier. To be honest, I half expected it to be gone, and I didn’t care if it was. When Kathy stood up and spouted her challenge, I was all for it, though there was no way I would let her pedal even if I lost. Still, losing wasn’t an option for me, so I accepted her challenge and still pedaled when I beat her.

“You hungry?” I ask, knowing that she has to be. This girl doesn’t miss a single meal.

“Does a bear shit in a clearing?” is her response.

“Bright eyes, the saying is ‘Does a bear shit in the woods?’ You know that, right?”

“No, it’s a clearing. I once saw a picture of a bear sitting in the middle of an open field surrounded by the forest, and the caption read Proof that bears do shit in the woods. It wasn’t the woods; it was a clearing. The woods surrounded the clearing. So, the answer to the age-old question is: no, they shit in a clearing, and yes, I’m starving,” Kathy spouts.

I can’t help but laugh at her. She always surprises me with little glimpses into the funny side of her personality. “Then food it is. Do you mind if we pick up something and head to my place?”

“Do you mind getting up and taking me to work in the morning?” Kathy asks me, and I have to think about it for a few minutes before I respond.

“Yes, I don’t want to get up that early, but you can take one of my cars. Fair enough trade?” I suggest as I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck, sucking on the skin.

Kathy quickly pushes me away. “Don’t do that. I don’t need a hickey. For God's sake, I’m a grown woman, not a horny high school girl.”

It doesn’t take much convincing on my part when I tell her she can have the pick of any of my cars to drive. Kathy looks directly at the Aston Martin, pointing her finger at the sleek silver beauty and raising her eyebrows. What is it with women and my DB8? It was Ellies favorite car to drive when she was here as well. The Aston Martin has always been my favorite car out of my whole collection as well.

When we get back to my place, I show Kathy where to find the keys for the DB8 and give her the codes to the gate and to my home. She writes the numbers 4#78779 on a sheet of paper and then grabs her phone. I watch as she opens the phone app and goes to the keyboard. It takes her a minute before she closes her app and looks me dead in the eyes.

“I knew those numbers had to spell out something. You’re such a pig. I#PUSSY. I can’t believe that’s the code to get into your home.”

I give her my sexy-as-sin smile and then take her hand and lead her back through the house toward the kitchen. Halfway through, Kathy stops in her tracks and asks how many rooms the house has. If it were anyone else, I would think it to be an odd question, but due to the fact that Kathy is in real estate, I know it’s just a natural instinct to inquire about a home. She’s not surprised when I tell her there are six bedrooms and eight bathrooms, a den, a study, and the kitchen and dining areas. I pause for a moment and then continue with the list of additional rooms, which include a gym, my equipment room, a theater room, and a game room. Kathy asks why I don’t have a recording area like Cayson has in his home, and I tell her it’s because I chose to have an equipment room instead.

Curiosity gets the best of her now, and she asks, “What’s an equipment room?”

I take her by the hand and lead her down a long hallway that steps down several steps to another level of my home and open the closed door. Inside this room sit several Pearl drum sets ranging from snares up to 24-inch toms. All made of maple but with various color finishes. Each set serves its specific purpose, and you can never have too many sets.

“Wow,” Kathy exclaims as she walks toward my collection and lightly runs her hand over a set of chimes. “These are amazing.”

What catches her eye, though, are the three sets of tiny drums in the opposite corner of the room. “Were these yours?” she asks.

“Yeah, that little set was my first set my parents got me when I was four.” I point to a set that consists of a bass, a tom, a snare, and a cymbal in blue. Then I point to the next set of five drums all in black and two cymbals on hi-hat stands. “That Ludwig set I got when I was six,” I tell her as I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. “That last set in red, that’s my custom-made set from Pearl. That’s when I knew there would be nothing in life more satisfying than drumming for a living.” I kiss the top of her head and continue. “They have sentimental value to me and aren’t in the best shape, but I can replace the pads when I have a son I can pass them down to.”

Kathy reaches down and clasps my hand before she breaks our bond and turns to face me. “You want kids?”

“Of course, I want kids. Not right now, but someday,” I say as I pull her back to me, once more encasing her in my arms but this time holding her tighter, so she can’t break the bond. “I want a family. I don’t plan on being on the road forever, and having a family is important to me.”

Kathy lifts her head to look up at me. “I just never figured you for someone who would settle down with one woman. Let alone settle down.”

I think for a moment before I respond. “I know you see what the media wants you to see, and I’m not going to lie to you because most of it is true, but that’s not who I am deep down inside, who is the person I want you to know. Now, come on, let’s eat.”

I toss Kathy over my shoulder like a sack of flour and turn out the lights, closing the door behind us. When I reach the kitchen island, I grab the bag of takeout with my free hand and head straight to my bedroom, where I toss her on the bed. She lands with a bounce.

“Are we having a picnic on your bed?” Kathy straightens herself and crosses her legs Indian style when she asks.

“Yep, we’re going to eat and then I’m going to strip you bare and take you right here,” I say, patting the bed as I climb on and lean against the headboard with my legs stretched out. I pull the food from the bag and hand her the burger and fries she ordered.

“Mmmm,” I hear her moan. “This is so delicious. I’ll never doubt your takeout skills again. When you said Zinburger had the best burgers, I didn’t believe you, but I concede. I was wrong.”

We eat in silence. Well, at least I eat in silence. Kathy lets a little moan slip out every now and then to indicate how much she loves her burger and fries. When we’re both done, the trash is placed in the original bag and tossed to the floor. I’m not wasting another minute clothed on my bed with this beautiful woman. The minute my feet hit the floor, I am reaching for Kathy and tossing her over my shoulder again. This time headed for the bathroom.

“Are you going to act like a caveman all night and carry me everywhere we go in this house?” I heard her ask as she slaps my ass with her palm.

“Nope.” A one-word reply is all she gets as I stop in front of the walk-in shower and set her feet back on the floor. Kathy watches me as I strip down to nothing, my erection standing at attention as I walk around the corner of the glass block wall that separates the shower from the rest of the bathroom. “You joining me?” I call back to her as I turn on the water. Instantaneous heat washes down my back as the water hits me from above. When I don’t hear a reply, I start to panic that I am possibly going to end up in here all by myself. Just as I step out of the stream of water, Kathy’s tiny body rounds the corner. Her skin is prickled with goose bumps, so I immediately pull her to me, allowing the hot water to warm her body.

My cock twitches at the sight of her pushing her hair back off her head and sleeking it down. Before I know it, I am on my knees in front of her, lifting her leg over my shoulder for easy access to her core. My tongue laps at her center, followed by a gentle bite to her clit by my teeth. I feel her shake under my hands, which only makes me want her more.

“Oh God, more.” The words are a plea of desire as they leave her mouth. “More, Roger, more.”

I’m not much into delayed gratification for my partners, but with Kathy, I want to hold out. I want her legs shaking of weakness when she comes, so I stand, push her against the wall, and then once more drop to the floor in front of her and begin my attack again. At each lick of my tongue, she presses her center harder against my face. When I finally slide two fingers inside her, I think she is going to come, but she doesn’t. I can feel her walls tightening around my fingers as I push them further inside her, rubbing the spot that will bring her undeniable pleasure quickly. My teeth and tongue go to work on her swollen bud as I continue to rub the tiny spot inside her, pushing her to her limits.

“Oh, my fucking God.” The words ring through the shower as Kathy’s release consumes her. Her walls tighten around my fingers, making it almost impossible to pull them from her body.

“That’s it, baby, ride out that orgasm. This is just one of many I’ll be giving you tonight.” I spin her body around, then place her hands on the shower wall as I push inside her. She feels like heaven on earth. I pump hard and fast, punishing her pussy because I can. Kathy’s breaths become louder the closer I get to my own release. “Fuuuuuck!” I yell, pulling my cock from inside her and emptying my release all over her ass.

We were both so excited to feel one another that the thought of a condom didn’t cross our minds until I felt the quiver of her pussy around me. I was selfish and wasn’t willing to pull out, so I continued knowing that I’d be playing with fire if I came inside her, which isn’t an option. I chose to pull out at the last minute instead. Not a foolproof idea, but it was the best I could come up with in the heat of the moment.

Pulling Kathy against my body, I move us back under the heat of the water. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you without a condom, but I couldn’t help myself.” Her head falls back against me as she turns to look up at me with her lust-filled eyes.

“It’s okay. I’m protected. And it felt fucking amazing.” A sheepish grin spreads across her face.

I kiss her lips, then reach for the body wash, pouring a small amount into my hand before lathering up her body with it. It is a manly smell, but I’ll soon change that and keep something fruity or flowery here for her because I intend on there to be many more nights like this one. When I’m done washing her from head to toe, Kathy reaches for the soap. I immediately stop her hand before it can reach the bottle.

“This was about you, not me. I’ll wash myself. Otherwise, we’ll never get out of this shower.”

She nods in understanding and slips around the corner to exit the shower. I can see her silhouette through the glass blocks as she dries off. My imagination once again controls my erection, priming me for another round.