Chapter Twenty-Two
Rhenn
I made an early morning trip to Harriston to pick up a few extra supplies and meet Jeff, my boss’s brother. I guess, technically, while I’m working in North Carolina, Jeff’s my boss too. They’re both electricians and own thriving businesses in both states. We all hold the certifications we need to cross state lines and work wherever the brothers may need us. When I arrived in Harriston, Jeff called to let me know his youngest was sick, so he couldn’t meet up with me. So, after grabbing what I needed from the shop and one quick trip to the electrical supply store, I headed back to Rockland Falls a bit earlier than expected.
Marissa was at her place when I arrived, and even though I thought about heading to her place for a bit (preferably naked), when I realized her sister was there, I decided to just head out to my boat for a bit. I really haven’t been alone much since I arrived. I’ve spent a lot more of my free time than I would have anticipated with Marissa. First, just because I enjoyed spending time with her, but now, we’re enjoying a lot of time together in bed too.
A lot.
My healthy sex drive is certainly appreciating this work trip.
I’m planning to head back to shore in a bit to help Marissa and her siblings work on the house. The electrical work is on track, and if I were being completely honest, could be completed as early as Wednesday. But I won’t let that happen. Any other job, I’d be jumping for joy at finishing early, ready to head back home. Not this one. The idea of completing the job early makes me feel like someone drove a butter knife into my chest. Hurts like hell. Instead, I’ll draw out those last few days, making sure to soak up as much of Marissa as I can.
Then I’ll leave.
And won’t look back.
Knowing she’s coming home with me tonight has me running around, picking up dirty clothes and washing the few dishes in the sink. Almost all of the time I’ve spent on here in the last week has been with her, and the last thing I’ve wanted to do when she’s with me is clean. Balls deep inside her sweet pussy has been my favorite pastime, though I realize how much of a dog that makes me sound like. I don’t know what it is about her, but she’s different. I know it, and at least now, I’m acknowledging it too.
When the downstairs no longer looks and smells like ass, I head back on deck. We’re taking the boat out tonight, heading down the coast a short ways to a little island area, and I want to make sure everything is ready to set sail. Even with the short twenty minute sail, I still want to feel her to stretch her legs in the open sea. And when we arrive at our destination, I might be able to feel Marissa stretch her legs too.
Speaking of Marissa, I automatically glance toward the shore. I’m not sure what she’s doing this morning, and even though a big part of me is anxious to get up there and spend more time with her, I refrain from jumping in the johnboat and heading to shore. It will do me (and her) a bit of good to spend a few minutes apart. I’ve been up her ass (figuratively, that is – unfortunately, not literally) since the moment she proposed our little two-week friends with benefits arrangement, and it won’t hurt me any to start to pull back.
There’s something on the shore that pulls my attention.
Actually, it’s someone.
Someone is lying in the sun on the beach not too far away from the Grayson dock. Even though I can’t see who it is, my blood starts to zing through my body and pool at my dick. It’s like I already know who, I’m just not sure why. Is she hurt? What the hell is she doing on the beach?
Grabbing the binoculars from beneath the captain’s chair, I point them in her direction to make sure everything is okay. I realize right away, she’s face down, but the moment I see the towel, book in her hand, and bottle of water beside her head, I realize that she’s not injured, but sunbathing.
I step up to the railing, in total stalker fashion, and quietly observe her smooth, clear skin as she reads a paperback. She’s wearing that tiny blue bikini – the one she says reminds her of my eyes – and her body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat. My cock is already hard and aching in my pants, and it’s probably a good thing I’m a short boat ride away, or I’m liable to take her right there on the beach.
And then I notice her back.
Or what’s missing.
There’s no bikini strings.
“Fuck,” I growl, loving the shit out of the way the sun is kissing almost every square inch of her body.
I lean farther over the railing, the biggest douchiest douche of them all as I perv on the sexy woman on the beach. I should stop. I should put the binoculars down and walk away, head downstairs. Jack off. There will definitely be some of that. But I should not be the man who watches a woman while sunbathing topless on the privacy of her own land. But she is out in the open where anyone could happen upon her. A boat could come in, a jogger run by, one of the contractors come looking for her. My blood starts to boil as I imagine someone finding her like that, nearly naked with her soft skin so exposed for everyone to see.
See, I’m not perving, I’m protecting.
Right?
No, you’re right. I’m totally perving.
I’ll walk away.
Just give me one last moment to memorize this image of her like this…
Then she turns over.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp, leaning over just a little too far.
And that’s when I fall overboard.
Hitting the water is a shock, but so is the mouthful I take in before I can close my wide-open trap. I come up sputtering and gasping, somewhere between falling and hitting the water, dropping my three hundred dollar binoculars into the ocean. Thank Christ my phone wasn’t in my pocket, but then I think about the wallet that is.
Embarrassed, and slightly irritated by my stupidity, I swim over the ladder and hoist myself up. As soon as my feet hit the deck I turn toward the shore, praying with everything inside me that she has fallen asleep and doesn’t know what just happened. Unfortunately, my eyes meet her very wide, very concerned ones. Even from the distance, I can see her shock as she clenches the towel to her chest, covering up all the good parts I was just ogling.
Head hanging in shame, there’s no way I can sweet talk my way out of this one without coming across as the biggest asshole on the planet. Hell, I can’t even talk to her now anyway considering we’re about two hundred yards apart. Resigned to head downstairs, dry myself off, and deal with my wallet mess, I turn to head below. Just as I do, a loud whistle grabs my attention. Turning back around, I find Marissa now on the edge of the dock, waving. At least she’s not pissed, right? She doesn’t seem pissed. I mean, it’s hard to tell from this distance, with a huge body of water between us, but if she were upset, she surely wouldn’t wave at me.
Right?
I’m horrible at this. Yes, I, Rhenn Burleski, manwhore who knows his way around a woman’s body blindfolded and drunk, am admitting I’m not so good with reading women when it’s not about flirting and sex. That I can do. But this? Whole new territory, filled with murky, shark-infested waters.
I throw her a wave, a wide smile cresting my face, and get ready to head below deck. Just before my feet move, she does the one thing I would never, ever, ever in a billion years expect her to do.
She drops the towel.
Instantly, my cock is hard and raring to go in my soaked shorts. I stand there, gawking like the perv I’ve proven to be, and watch (a little helplessly) as she smiles wide and turns, the sway of her ass hypnotizing me as she goes. Yeah, she totally won that round. Marissa collects her belongings on the beach and heads up the grass lane that leads to her place. Before she disappears from sight, my little vixen glances over her shoulder, her pearly whites visible even from the distance.
Game.
Set.
Match.
* * *
After a long shower and a change of clothes, I head to shore, ready to help clean the downstairs with Marissa and her siblings. When I tie off the boat, I’m surprised to see her step from the lane and onto the beach.
“Hey,” she says, heading my direction.
“Hi.”
She meets me on the dock wearing a pair of shorts and fitted tee. “So, did you have a nice swim?” Her eyelashes bat innocently, but her smile screams wicked woman.
“Yeah, it was great,” I reply, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her into my chest.
Marissa runs her hands up my chest. “Feeling a little…hot, were ya?”
I almost groan. “You have no idea.”
Wrapping her hands around my neck, she looks up at me with full pouty lips and dark eyes. “I think I do, actually,” she says, moving one hand down and palming my erection.
“Fuck, I’ve been hard since I saw you on the beach,” I confess.
She continues to drive me wild, stroking me through my shorts and cutting off any and all blood flow to my actual brain. “I didn’t know you were there.”
“To say I was shocked was an understatement,” I gasp, trying to focus on her words and not her hand. But it’s hard…so, so hard…
“Did you watch me?” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine as she moves her hand down to cup my balls.
“Fuckshitdamn,” I grumble, feeling them pull up tight as she caresses them with her magic fingers.
“Did you?” she asks again.
“Fuck yes,” I groan, grabbing her hips and flexing mine. My cock rubs against her stomach.
“You’ve been very naughty.” She moves her hand back up to my dick and strokes it long and slow. I’m about to come in my shorts like a teenager.
“As have you, Angel,” I finally say through gritted teeth.
“What are we going to do about that?” she asks all innocently, but I can tell her mind is exactly where mine is.
“I’m going to show you how naughty I can be.” I lift up her hips, her legs instantly wrapping around my waist, and I carry her off to the timber. “What time is your family going to be here?” I ask, lifting her shirt up and over her head as I go.
“About fifteen minutes,” she pants, sliding her center against my erection.
“I’m going to fuck you out here, Angel. Are you ready for that?” I ask, pausing to make sure she’s on the same page as me.
“Yes, please.”
I growl. “Always so polite.” Then my lips devour. I consume her, taking her mouth and kissing her until we’re both breathless. “Are you wet?”
“Yes.” That one word comes out a pant, a plea.
“Did you get wet knowing I was watching you earlier?”
Her face flushes a little deeper and she drops her eyes. “Yes.”
“Good. I was so fucking hard. I told myself to walk away, to not watch, and then you flipped over and I thought I had died and gone to heaven.”
“Is that when you fell overboard?” she asks, a teasing smile on her plump lips.
“Yep,” I confess, setting her on a downed tree and stripping off my shirt. I place it on the tree and move her so that she’s sitting on it. “This might be quick and hard, baby,” I admit, unbuttoning my shorts and letting them fall down to my ankles. I reach for her shorts, but she’s already shimmying them down her legs. I practically rip off my underwear and reach for my wallet.
My wallet.
Fuck…
“Dammit,” I groan, closing my eyes and trying to breathe through the pain of impending blue balls.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her sweet, angelic voice summoning me to open my eyes. She’s sitting on the tree (which is perfect height for fucking, by the way), and bare. Her pussy is glistening, her clit swollen, and I almost start to cry at the irony.
“I don’t have my wallet. It was in my pocket when I fell overboard and I left it on the boat so everything could dry out.” It almost causes physical pain to say those words.
“And if you don’t have your wallet, you don’t have a…”
I nod, grabbing her thighs, but keeping myself from stepping between them.
“Rhenn?” she asks, drawing my eyes back to hers. “I’m on the pill.”
My heart pounds in my chest, my cock practically weeping with joy. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah.”
I close my eyes and just breathe for a moment, the scent of her mixing with earth and dirt filling my senses. “Are you sure?” The words are tight. It’s hard to breathe.
“Definitely sure,” she says, reaching out and grabbing my aching cock. She starts to stroke it, toying with the beads of liquid that spill from the head. “I want you to fuck me bare. I trust you.”
Her words. Her dirty, magical words come barreling through every layer of protection I’ve built around my heart. They beat down all of my defenses, and I know right then and there: it’s not that I could fall in love with her, it’s that I am falling. Falling so hard and fast that I don’t know what to do, what to say.
She takes all of my decisions out of my hands as she pulls me forward, her warm little fingers wrapped around my dick, and leading me to where she aches for me. Where I ache to be.
“I’m clean, I swear. I never do this without a condom. Ever.” I don’t know why I feel the need to say it, but I do. Maybe it’s because she knows about my past, my lack of commitment when it comes to the opposite sex. Maybe it’s because I trust her as much as she seems to trust me. Maybe it’s because my feelings for her outweigh everything shitty from my past, leaving only the good and pure pieces behind.
Like her.
She’s my good, my pure.
“I know.” The honesty and openness in her eyes is almost enough to bring me to my knees.
Marissa shifts her weight and leans back just a bit, guiding my cock to her pussy. I already know she’s wet, but when I feel that hot wetness wrap around my dick, I lose all ability to think. My brain just shuts down. Inch by glorious inch, I slowly make my way inside of her, unsheathed and unprotected. Exposed. Her eyes are wide with desire, and I’m pretty sure she’s holding her breath.
Grabbing her hips, I keep pushing until I’m completely seated within her body. My balls are already tightening, reveling in the feel of being inside her without anything between us, but I power through. No way am I letting this end prematurely. “Ready?” I ask, waiting until she gives me the green light. When she nods her head, I pull out and slam back in. The force causes her to slide, so I grab hold of her hips tighter, and thrust once more.
Marissa wraps her arms around my neck, holding on for the ride. And what a ride it is. It doesn’t take long and I can feel her starting to tighten around me. My body drives into hers, guiding her toward release. My own is full of tension and ready, but I push past it, determined to make sure she gets off before me.
When she detonates, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. My name spills from her lips as her pussy clamps down on my dick and milks it for everything it’s worth. I see stars as I finally let go, giving in to the orgasm that has been knocking on the door since the second I slid inside her body. My head drops to her shoulder as my body pulses and shutters through the last bit of my release.
“Wow,” she whispers, turning her head and kissing my neck, her hands gripping my upper back.
“Mmm,” I reply, unable to formulate words.
My lips find hers. The kiss is slow, yet demanding, as we both come down from our release. She tastes like sugar and desire, a heady combination that I’ll forever associate with her. Gently, I pull from her body, feeling my cum slip out too. Grabbing for something to help with the mess, I shove her shirt between her legs, determined not to let the mess get all over.
“Well, this will make for an interesting trip to my place,” she says, noticing that the shirt she wore is now covered in her and I. And something about that makes me smile.
“Oops,” I laugh. “I’ll throw on my clothes and run up to the house and grab you something.”
“Okay,” she replies, wiping away all traces of our short little interlude and handing me the soiled shirt. I use it to clean myself up as best I can, but it doesn’t do much good. I’m definitely going to be paying a visit to her bathroom before we go to the house to work.
I pull up my boxer briefs and shorts and turn to the grass path. “Be right back.” I place a hard kiss on her lips and then make my way up the lane and to her cottage. The shaded air feels good against my overheated skin, and even though I should probably be wearing a shirt, I’m a little glad not to be. At least I was, until I step into her cottage and find not one, but both of her brothers standing there, along with her mom.
Awesome.