Friends With More Benefits (16 page)

"Oh, you do, do you?"

"Yes, in fact it's against the
law to
not
have
sex in the commonwealth of Pennsylvania after a massage. We're a
much more liberal state than Florida." He turned to look at her,
and she added, "I don't know what I'm saying. I must have had too
much to drink at dinner."

He placed his head back down and exhaled deeply
as she climbed onto the bed and then moved to the head of the
table. She dribbled oil on his neck and then worked it in, as she
said, "I found this special massage oil. It's oil, but it's also a
personal lubricant. It can go anywhere—if you know what I
mean."

He moved his head up to look at her, and then he
asked, "Anywhere?"

"Well, it doesn't taste so good, but it can go
in all the other places."

He raised his eyebrows and then slipped back
down. She dribbled oil over his back, shoulders, and arms, and then
worked it in for the next fifteen minutes.

"Okay, birthday boy, time to turn over."

Jim turned over on his back. His penis was
completely flaccid; she looked at it and asked, "What? This isn't
doing it for you?"

He looked down to his softy and replied, "No. I
was hard before when you were doing my legs, but the upper body
stuff was so relaxing that I, uh…"

Caroline removed her clothes while he stared at
her. As soon as her breasts were uncovered, his penis began to
respond. She glanced at it. "That's better." She dribbled the
oil-lubricant all over his chest and began to work it in. She
leaned over him to reach his stomach, and one of her breasts grazed
his mouth. He moaned; when her breast brushed his mouth again, he
captured it with his lips.

She lifted up and covered his groin with a
generous amount of oil. She massaged some into her breasts, moved
her hands lower between her legs next and then climbed on top of
him. He ran his hands all over her slippery breasts and then as she
slipped down on him, Jim cupped her ass. Caroline slid down further
and a miniorgasm shot through her loins. She closed her eyes and
groaned.

Jim moved his finger between her cheeks and
found her ass. He gently pressed his lubed finger into her
there.

She opened her eyes as she nodded and whispered,
"Yes, touch me there."

He slipped his finger inside while she rode him
harder and faster. Her intense facial expression as Jim pleasured
her ass was way too much for him. He pictured his penis in place of
his finger there, and it pushed him over the edge. He groaned and
it was over. Caroline looked deep into his eyes as she held still.
"I love you."

Jim replied, "I love you too."

She closed her eyes and began moving over him
again. Jim lasted a lot longer during this session. When she
finally climaxed, she slumped on to him. For three minutes they lay
there recovering—panting and dripping with oil. Then she grimaced
as she said, "I do love you, but if I don't get this disgusting
smelly oil off of me I'm going to throw up."

"Do you want to take a shower?"

She grinned as her mind instantly wandered to
the shower they enjoyed together at Victoria's.

Caroline spent the night, and Jim had an early
class. He got dressed without waking her and studied her bare
shoulder for a long time as he stood in the door frame before he
slipped away. He didn't want to go. After class, Jim walked past a
jewelry store and glanced at a display of engagement rings in the
window. He turned back and entered the store wearing a big
smile.

Victoria answered her front door to find a
deliveryman holding a large box. She signed for it and couldn't
wait to open it. It was one of the wedding gifts she had picked out
for Jillian and Brian—a sexy one.

Brian took another bath and applied cream to all
his affected areas. He avoided letting Jillian see him naked by
locking the bathroom door.

Jillian knocked. "What are you doing? You never
lock the door. Are you…jerking off?"

"What? No." he called back.

"We said no sex until—"

"I know. I don't trust you with this body. You
get all crazy when you see me."

Jillian leaned against the wall completely naked
and sighed. She traced her finger along the door molding.
"Sometimes I just can't help myself."

"I think we can both make it a couple more
days," Brian said loudly through the door. He unlocked and then
opened the door, and spotted her hot body. He walked out wearing
only boxer briefs as he covered his eyes and walked past her. "This
is not good for the celibacy pact."

"You're very weak."

He glanced back to watch as she waltzed into the
bathroom catching just a brief glimpse of her shapely ass. He
sighed and headed out of the room.

That night Brian struggled to fall asleep. His
new hair-free balls were really itching for some female attention.
He spent a good five minutes checking everything out down there,
and it felt incredible. He couldn't wait to show Jillian and have
her try out his new equipment. Rather than use a quick
self-pleasuring session to try to sleep and break his word, he
turned to booze. Twenty minutes later he was out.

The next day Brian woke up late and discovered
Jillian in the great room frowning as she watched television. She
exhaled and then turned it off. "The lawsuit is all over the
news."

"Oh no."

"They're saying I based the character on her.
Natalie's attorney, a Josh somebody claims that Rebecca is Natalie,
but the novel is filled with lies amounting to character
assassination. He said they're seeking damages to ensure this never
happens to another young woman. And something about repairing
Natalie's reputation and helping her move on with her life. He
called her a 'respectable, shy young girl who would never
manipulate men or engage in the kind of sex described in the
book.'"

Brian gave her an incredulous look. "All she did
was engage in the kind of sex described in the book."

Jillian nodded. "I know. I think…"

"What?"

"I think we should postpone the wedding."

Brian moved to her. "We're flying out tomorrow.
Everything is set. Just forget about all of it."

"How can I forget? And we won't have the money
to pay for any of it when she gets through with us."

She rested her head on his chest, and he stroked
her hair as he said, "Don't let her ruin this for us. It's too late
to cancel it. You probably can't get any of the money back. I'll
call the bank and ask for my job back."

"Don't do that. I need you with me now."

They kissed, and he held her on the sofa for the
next hour. Later that day the phone rang often with requests for
comments and interviews. Jillian turned them all down and then
disconnected her phone. They kept the television off for the rest
of the day and stayed off the Internet.

Jim, Caroline, and Ed and Bev
Nash boarded the same flight to Miami early the next day. This was
the first time Jim’s parents had met Caroline and overall they
treated her well. If fact, they almost acted like normal people.
Neither mentioned the word
fornicate
or anything relating to
religion during the flight.

Jillian and Brian met them at the gate and
guided them to the correct gate for the charter flight to St.
Barts. Victoria, Rob, Laura, and the rest of the wedding party,
along with the local guests were waiting there as well. All other
out of town guests were flying directly from their own airport to
meet them on the island of St. Maarten for a short flight to St.
Barts.

As they waited to board the plane, a television
was blaring in the waiting area. Jillian had been able to put the
entire lawsuit out of her mind until the news story began on the
screen:

A lawsuit against best-selling author
Jillian Grayson who writes under the pen name of Jaclyn West has
been filed by Natalie Brookhart, a young woman who at one time
dated both Miss Grayson's son, Robert, and her fiancé, Brian
Nash.

All eyes looked to the screen as the story
continued.

Miss Brookhart alleges that
her likeness was used in the novel without her permission. She also
contends that she was painted in an unflattering if not slanderous
light in the story. She is seeking unspecified damages that are
rumored to be in the multi seven-figure range. Miss Brookhart says
she can prove her claims and offers up proof with this video of her
striking the exact ballet pose depicted on the cover of the novel
titled
The Leg Thing
.

On the screen a split image of Natalie in the
ballet position appeared next to a large image of the book
cover.

Miss Grayson has yet to comment on this suit
publicly, but experts we spoke to believe that there is more than
enough evidence for Miss Brookhart's claims, and there is rumored
to be a large settlement currently in the works.

Jillian stared down to the floor as everyone
else looked to her and felt her pain. She glanced up. "I'd rather
not talk about it. Let's just keep the TVs off the news channels
this weekend."

Everyone nodded, and no one said a word as they
continued to wait in the terminal. Victoria was expecting the
results of the paternity test any day, and her doctor had promised
to e-mail them as soon as they were available. As she was sitting
in the airport, her smart phone chirped. She read the message,
smiled, and then looked at Jim. She decided to break the news to
him the next day.

During the entire flight, Victoria went over
exactly how to tell Jim while Jillian wore a solemn face. Brian
tried to lift her spirits and then decided it was best to let her
work through it on her own. As the plane was descending, Jillian
painted on a smile and promised that once they landed on the
perfect tropical island, she would put all nonwedding-related
issues out of her mind.

St. Barts or as some call it
St. Barths is a beautiful island in the northeastern Caribbean,
known for its crystal-clear blue water, fine white sand, nude
sunbathing, and exclusive clientele.
The
Nash-Grayson group's charter flight landed in St. Maarten and from
there, they met up with guests who had flown in from other
airports. Then the group split up and took two smaller planes for
the fifteen-minute flight to the island’s Gustave Airport. During
the short flight, the small low-flying planes gave them all a
breathtaking view of the spectacular sunset, and the beauty of this
tropical paradise blew everyone away.

The twin aircrafts landed at
the tiny airport on St. Barts just after 7:00
P.M.
and about ten minutes apart.
Two SUVs were waiting to take Brian, Jillian, Victoria, Jim,
Caroline, Rob, Laura, and the three other members of the wedding
party along with two plus ones to the house Jillian had rented. A
bus transported everyone else to the Hotel Eden Rock, where the
wedding was to be held in a little more than thirty-six hours. The
guests of the Nash-Grayson wedding occupied nearly half of the
thirty-four upscale rooms at the resort. Jillian had arranged for
meals and activities for everyone attending the wedding.

The prospective bride and groom and their ten
guests arrived at the huge lavish mansion that featured eight
bedrooms and nine bathrooms about fifteen minutes later. The house
sat high on a hill overlooking the beach and town, which were a
short five-minute walk away. The house included a gym room and two
pools, a butler, full housekeeping staff, and a chef. Everyone
dropped off their luggage in their rooms, which all featured king
beds, ensuite baths, and private balconies.

Jillian and Brian unpacked and then headed to
the Eden Rock to check on the guests staying at the resort. There
they were assured that every need would be taken care of by the
attentive staff.

When they returned to the house, the mansion
guests met for a delicious late meal and then retired to their
rooms, completely exhausted from traveling. All were looking
forward to the activities planned for the next day. Although
Jillian didn't mention anything related to the lawsuit, she
remained mostly quiet throughout the night, and Brian became
concerned about her.

Jillian stood in the bathroom of their suite
just staring in the mirror while wearing a sour expression. Brian
came up behind her and began to rub her shoulders. She groaned with
her eyes shut. "I could really use a rub." She opened her eyes and
looked at him in the mirror as she said curtly, "A good one—not one
of those where you are looking for something more."

"Okay, okay. We're not supposed to do it
anyway."

"Oh, that's right," she said in a tired
voice.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and Jillian
rolled her eyes. She rushed over and opened it to find Jim wearing
a timid expression. Jillian attempted a smile, but failed as Jim
asked, "Sorry. Is this a bad time?"

"Sure," she said, feeling a little guilty and
trying a little harder to smile.

"I'd just wanted to speak to you both for a few
minutes."

She nodded. Jim moved into the room and closed
the door. He began, "I know this is your weekend, and I don't want
to do anything to ruin that, but…"

"What is it?" Brian asked.

"I decided to ask Caroline to marry me and…"

Jillian's painted on-smile melted away. She
grabbed him for a hug and for the first time since she heard the
news story in the airport, she was really smiling. She kissed him
hard on the cheek, took a step back, and beamed without saying a
word.