Revealing the Diane Collier Erotic Romance Collection (7 page)

“Hold on,” he sounded breathless.

“No!” she cried out. “I’m nearly there.” Julia ground against him hard, tilting and thrusting her pussy against him. When she threw her head back, crying out, he knew she’d climaxed. When she finally looked back at him, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright. She looked glorious and he felt his heart flip over.

“Now can we get out?” he asked.

“But you…” she began. “You’re still…”

“Hard? Yes, I am. But it will subside. Eventually. No permanent damage either,” he smiled at her, gently untangling his arms and legs. He swam the short distance to shore and dropped onto the blanket to dry in the sun.

He woke up to a cool hand touching his shoulder. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, yet here he was, face down and he could feel the heat of the skin on his back and shoulders.

“Seriously,” Julia muttered. “You’re so stupid sometimes. No sunscreen!”

As her hand rested on his shoulder, gently stroking, he felt his erection swelling again pressing painfully against the hot little pebbles beneath him.

He felt an ice-cold dollop of cream drop between his shoulder blades and flinched. She started rubbing, spreading the sunscreen over his skin and he closed his eyes and sighed. He felt her fingers slide easily over his muscles, down his spine, covering his rib cage and his mind followed. Brett let out an involuntary moan.

“Turn over,” she whispered.

He wanted to turn over, he truly did, but was a little embarrassed by his lack of control. “No, I’m fine like this. Thanks Jules. My back feels awesome.”

“Suit yourself,” she sounded a little peeved and moved away from him to lie, still naked, on her stomach next to him. “Will you put some on my back please?”

Brett eyed her, and when he saw she had her head turned away from him, he struggled to his knees, and reached for the sunscreen bottle. What started out as a simple service for a friend, somehow became a back massage, one that made Julia sigh and groan with pleasure. It didn’t help Brett in any way with his arousal, fully aware as he was of her nakedness. In the few hours he’d been there, she’d had ample opportunity to cover up, but had instead chosen to flaunt it. Not that he was complaining, mind. He was a guy after all, and seeing a naked woman was always a good thing.

“Beer?” he offered her after wiping his hands on his shorts.

“You’re finished?” Julia sounded disappointed. “What about my front?” There was a hint of flirtatious teasing injected into the question and Brett looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

Handing her a beer he replied. “I think we both know that it would have nothing to do with putting sunscreen on you. Besides, I can only control myself for so long. That would be too much.” He looked over the lake as he chugged back a few big mouthfuls of the ice cold brew.

“Maybe I wouldn’t want you to control yourself,” she said in a small voice. She didn’t look at him, picking at the label on the bottle instead. She’d raised herself up onto her elbows and looked thoughtfully at him, waiting for his reaction to that.

“So you said, when we were swimming.” His tone was terse.

“Brett, you have to know that I like you.” She was looking down, not wanting to see any kind of rejection. “I have for a long time. And not just like Roland’s friend either. I think about you all the time recently.”

She’d taken the risk of opening herself up to him and now it was up to him.

Brett shifted his weight, finally resting a hip against the massive tree stump. “I don’t know.” He was reluctant to give her any more encouragement. Yes, he liked her too. More than liked her if he was honest with himself. Brett had sometimes wondered what it would be like if they dated, saw each other properly as boyfriend and girlfriend, and all that had ever come to him was the disappointment and anger from her family. What would Roland think? What would her parent’s think? He’d been part of their family for so long; it was almost as if he was one of them now. He sighed heavily and didn’t say anything more.

Julia waited for some kind of answer and when none was forthcoming she got to her feet and started gathering her things.

“For god’s sake! Put some clothes on!” Brett’s tone was harsher than he’d intended, sounding angry.

Julia stiffened. Pulling herself up to her full height, still considerably shorter than him, she faced him, still stark naked. “Let’s get one thing straight here, Brett. You are not the boss of me. You have no say in what I wear, or don’t wear. If I chose to spend the rest of the day naked, it’s none of your damn business. If I decide to go to the fucking shops naked, it will still have nothing to do with you. So… shut… up… and… mind… your… own… fucking… business.” The last part was accompanied by her finger poking his bare chest.

She turned away before he could see the tears glistening in her eyes and this time picked up her wrap and tied it around herself before she carried on packing. She’d opened her heart to him, sort of, and all she got in return was rejection. Well, fuck him, she thought to herself. He’d regret it one day.

In the meantime, the tears plopped onto her blanket as she bent over to pack it away.

Brett stood watching her, grinding his teeth in frustration.

Back at the cabin, Julia tidied, making room for the drinks and snacks that Roland would be bringing back with him. They’d planned a party for the next day, a kind of farewell to Roland as he left for his new job.

Brett finally made his way back up to the little house and stood outside listening to her throw things around. Nothing was breaking which was a good sign… unless she’d already destroyed all the breakables before he’d gotten there. He smiled to himself. She was a feisty, volatile woman. Even as a child, she’d been passionate about everything and her enthusiasm was contagious.

He dropped his cooler onto the wooden porch and stepped into the open doorway.

“Is it safe to come in?” he asked.

Julia ignored him, choosing instead to open the small refrigerator and make space for any perishables that Roland would be bringing back. Brett leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, and watched her. She’d showered and pulled on a sundress since the beach and her hair was damp as it hung down her back. She was beautiful, even without makeup and he felt that same old stirring in his loins as she clattered around the kitchenette.

The cabin really was tiny, one open plan room with an adjoining bathroom. There was a small fireplace on one wall with a cluster of sofas around it. Each sofa pulled out into a sleeper, for anyone who needed to crash for the night. In a cupboard against the other wall were rolled up sleeping mats, sleeping bags and pillows. As much as their mother hadn’t wanted them to take over the cabin, she’d gone out of her way to make sure they had all the things they needed.

Julia suddenly looked at him, glaring. “You can wipe that smirk off your face.”

“I’m not smirking, I’m smiling. There’s a difference. And, before you ask, I’m smiling because, for some odd reason, I feel happy.”

She snorted and turned away. “Wash your hands and come and help me. You might as well be useful.”

He took her bossy instruction in his stride and was soon standing beside her, washing dishes while she dried and packed away. As he finished up, drying his hands on a towel, his phone beeped.

“Roland,” he explained as he read it. “He’s got some last minute stuff to do and won’t be finished until late.” He’d also invited Brett to meet him in town later for a beer. Without saying anything to Julia, he replied declining.

Julia was checking her own phone. “Yeah, he’s taking all the food and drink home and will bring it out tomorrow morning.” Julia stood with her hands on her hips and looked around. “I guess I’ll just stay here tonight. I’ve got everything I need anyway.” She looked across at him.

Brett felt his heart beating faster. This was his chance. If he dared. “Well, I’d planned to stay too, when I thought Roland was going to be here.” He paused.

“You can stay. There’s plenty of space and besides, it’s just silly to make that long drive home and then back again in the morning.”

When Brett got out of the shower, Julia had started making supper for them so he helped. Since they had no TV at the cabin, they sat reading their books after eating, while Julia played some music from her iPod.

Brett still couldn’t concentrate on his book and finally closed it, dropping it onto the floor next to him.

“You make me crazy, you know,” he finally blurted out, startling her. “You sit there on the beach, naked and think I feel nothing. Now, here you are. Sitting there on the couch.” He realized he was just ranting and nothing made sense.

“Huh?” she looked at him with a small smile, confused.

Brett coughed into his hand. “Sorry. Let me start again.”

“Please do.”

“Right. I’ve been thinking about what you said on the beach earlier.” Julia was sitting with her knees up, propped against the corner of the couch. She rested her elbows on her knees now and looked at him, waiting to hear what he had to say. “I like you too Jules. More than just like you, but I don’t know how it will work between us. I don’t think your family will be happy about anything between us.” He stopped, realizing just how weak his argument was.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “So you like me, I like you but you don’t actually want to be with me? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes. No. Fuck it. I don’t know.” His mind was in turmoil. She’d been tormenting him since he’d seen her on the beach earlier and the almost constant erection wasn’t helping anything.

“Okay, then leave it.” She sounded annoyed. “Anyway, it’s late now and I’m tired. Help me pull this bed out please.” She got to her feet and Brett helped her pull out the bed. It had grown cooler as it had gotten darker and he grabbed the pillows and some extra blankets from the cupboard and tossed them onto the bed. “You can sleep there,” she pointed to the other side of the bed, giving him permission to share with her. “I’m sure you’ll be able to control yourself.” The last comment smacked of sarcasm and she stalked to the bathroom to brush her teeth and get her pajamas on.

Brett went in after her and when he came out wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, she’d turned off the light and was already under the covers. She had her back to him as he climbed into the bed and when he whispered good night, she ignored him. He heaved a sigh and lay on his back, looking at the stars outside through a crack in the curtain. It was cool in the cabin, but not cold enough for a fire so the room was almost in total darkness.

Brett woke up a few hours later, surprised that he’d fallen asleep. He was lying against Julia’s back, his arms around her. Her backside was pressed tightly against his groin and he was cupping one of her breasts in his hand. Her breathing was deep and slow, indicating that she was still asleep. He slowly removed his palm from her breast, instantly missing the contact and wishing he hadn’t moved.

He tried to move back to his side of the bed, but she kept scooting closer until she mumbled, “’s cold. I’m freezing in here.”

“Want another blanket?” he offered in a whisper.

“No.” He could hardly hear her, she spoke so quietly. “Just hold me.”

Brett sighed then, but moved back. He put his arms around her again and she wiggled until she was pressed against him. He tucked the blanket around her, under her chin, and waited for her to doze off. Unfortunately for him, her wiggling had caused his penis to spring to life again. Nestled against her backside, he lay there, trying his hardest not to move, hoping she wasn’t aware of his erection.

“You okay?” she finally whispered.

“Not really,” he answered with a wry grin.

Without speaking again, knowing that Brett would try and dissuade her, Julia reached behind her and slipped her hand inside his shorts and cupped her hand over his groin. His shaft was thick and hard in her hand, almost pulsing. As she moved her hand slowly up and down, stroking him, he groaned into her hair.

“You’re killing me.”

“No, let me do this. I want to,” she whispered.

Brett couldn’t help but give in to her. He’d been on edge the whole day, frustrated and hard, and now he sought release.

“So good,” he mumbled, his blood pulsing in his ears.

Julia shifted around so that she was lying facing him and used her other hand to pull his shorts lower. She glanced at him, bathed in a shaft of moonlight. His eyes were closed but the look of sheer bliss on his face spoke volumes. She wiggled down under the covers and took him into her mouth. Brett’s hand was on the back of her head, tangled softly in her silky hair as she bobbed up and down.

“Not gonna take long,” he managed to get out, breathing harshly, as if he’d just run a mile or two.

Her hand was moving on him, in tandem with her mouth and when she felt him tensing up, she was ready for it. His orgasm ripped through him, pulse after pulse spurting deep into her mouth. Julia welcomed it, relishing finally getting to taste his essence.

When she surfaced from the blankets, her face was flushed, but she was smiling at him. “Better now?” she asked sweetly.

He groaned loudly. “Not even close.” He took her hand and placed it over himself again. He was growing harder already, even surprising himself.

Julia knelt in the bed beside him and without breaking eye contact, she undid the buttons of her top and slid it off her shoulders. Even though he’d spent the better part of the day looking at her breasts, the view took his breath away. Her breasts were perfect, round and not too big. Her nipples were dark and tightly puckered. He reached up to touch her, almost afraid that she’d stop him but she didn’t. She leaned into his caress, wanting more from him and Brett lost the will to fight her.