Scott's Satin Sheets (6 page)

And then she began to move faster, harder. And he began to drive up into her. Her breasts jiggled and his hands found her waist, forcing her down on him to make sure he went as deep in her cunt as he could. “Fuck me,” he bit off roughly. “Fuck me hard.”

So she moved on him even rougher, her tits bouncing now, and his dick ramming up into her with every stroke. They both let out small cries at each thrust, unable to contain it.

And then she leaned back away from him, arching her body, thrusting her breasts toward the ceiling, planting her hands on the bed behind her on both sides of his legs for support. After which she fucked him more vigorously than ever before—her body moving wild and rhythmic on his as he pistoned his cock into her wetness again, again, again.

“Fuck…oh fuck yeah,” he muttered as a whole new intense level of pleasure began to gather, tightening his dick even more. “Aw, yeah, yeah.” He watched her pretty tits still bouncing, witnessed the stark aggression on her lovely face. Then he focused on her smooth pussy, split in the center to take his big dick inside it. So pink. So wet. So open for him now. It swallowed his length with ease while still hugging him warm and tight.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

“Fuck—
now
!” he yelled—louder than intended, but who could think clearly at this point? Because he was exploding inside her, the orgasm shooting through his body like a rocket blasting off over and over. God…damn…fuck…yes.

Within seconds, he went limp, rendered nearly immobile during a long moment of recovery as he simply basked in that glorious sense of repletion. He’d fucked the boss’s daughter and it was good.

“Oh no,” she said then, sounding truly horrified.

It was enough to force his eyes open. “What?”

“We forgot to use a second condom.”

Shock rushed through him, ending his relaxation. “Shit.” Then, more softly, he said,

“Sorry.”

Climbing off him to lie beside him in bed, she shook her head. “It’s just as much my fault.”

“Still, I’m the guy—I’m supposed to handle that part.”

Next to him, her eyes widened. “I only wish
all
guys felt that way. And trust me, they don’t.”

“Well,” he said, “don’t worry, rich girl—I’m clean.”

“You know this for a fact?”

“Pretty much. I’ll admit to some…condom-less dalliances in my past, but I’m usually pretty good about it. And after those dalliances, I made sure to get tested, and all was well.”

She sighed in relief, still gorgeous and naked next to him. “Good.”

“You?”

“Safe too. I’m on the Pill for medical reasons. And this was my first time…”

“First time what?”

“Without a condom.”

He blinked. Because… “Really? I mean, I know we’re all supposed to be careful about that, but…never?”

She shook her head. “Never.”

Despite himself, he felt a lecherous grin sneak onto his face. “Hmm—so it’s sort of like I…took your virginity. In a way.”

However, his rich girl gone bad just rolled her eyes. “Hardly, pirate boy.”

He just laughed.

“Not to be rude, but, uh, you should probably go. I mean, just because it’s late and we’ve gotten off lucky so far, but…”

“Say no more. Trust me—I’m the last person who wants to be caught rolling around in your satin sheets right now.” And with that, he sat up, reached over the side of the bed, and retrieved his underwear and pants.

Only…damn, despite himself, he kind of didn’t like leaving her. For good. Knowing this would be the only time. Even if she
was
his new employer’s daughter. “So,” he said,

“you shipping out tomorrow or anything?”

She shrugged. “No—I happen to know we have dinner plans here tomorrow night.

And if Daddy just bought a bunch of boats, I’m sure he’ll need to play with them a little while before we hit the next port.”

And then an idea hit him. Payton being such a naughty girl and all. “You should come on the
Party Barge
tomorrow night. That’s one of the boats he bought—and that I work on. You’d like it. We could have some more fun. Leaves at eight if you’re interested.”

She tilted her head, then shook it. “Too early. Our dinner isn’t until seven, and trust me, the Albrights don’t wrap up the evening meal in a mere hour.”

He couldn’t figure out if she was telling the truth or blowing him off. Maybe the rich girl only got off on one-night stands. And so as he stood up to pull his pants on, he figured he should just let it go, appreciate it for what it was—yet he heard himself saying, “Afterward then? The cruise gets back at ten sharp.”

“How about I meet you at the Lazy Lizard for a drink at ten thirty?”

He couldn’t hide his surprise. “You know the Lizard?” It was one of his common Duvall Street haunts.

She shrugged. “I noticed it when shopping today.”

“All right then—Lazy Lizard, tomorrow night, ten thirty sharp. Don’t keep me waiting, rich girl.”

* * * * *

Payton could barely believe it. It was one thing to want to release her inner wild child and another to…actually do it. The way she’d done it. It had all been so…dirty.

Hot. Unfathomably so. As she sat in a fancy open-air restaurant with her parents and another older couple—one of her father’s local business associates and his wife—the following night, she couldn’t stop thinking about Pirate Scott. Thank God for the ceiling fans overhead or she’d be sweating just from the memories.

She could still see the way he’d looked while stripping down for her—his shoulders were broad, his chest more muscular than she might have guessed when he was wearing a shirt. And as for what he had between his legs—oh my. Okay, now she was sweating, ceiling fans or not.

“My dear, you look flushed,” Mr. Winston, her father’s associate, said just then.

“Are you all right?”

Payton nodded quickly. “Just…getting adjusted to the climate,” she claimed. Which made no sense given that they’d been sailing around the tropics for months. But she simply took a long sip of ice water and felt thankful when no one called her on it—even her parents. Although her dad
did
give her a funny look.

When Scott had first put his cock inside her, at the dresser, she’d been stunned by how big he felt. But even more stunned a little later when she finally saw it. He was way bigger than either of her two previous partners, and even though it had hurt at first when she’d been straddling him, putting all her weight on that huge appendage, once she’d…stretched a little, it had felt like
heaven
. Well, if heaven were very naughty, that is.

“Better now?” her mother asked.

Again she nodded, then resumed eating the pineapple chicken she’d ordered.

She still couldn’t believe she’d forgotten about that second condom, either. It was unthinkable. Chase and Reggie, her old boyfriends, had both begged to fuck her without one, but she’d never let them. And now she’d just fucked a
stranger
without one? How had that happened? Too much passion, she guessed. Too much urgency.

And…well, maybe that was another reason it had felt so good on top of him once she’d gotten accustomed to his size.

Then she shuddered.
His size
. He was magnificent to say the least. How did he even keep that contained in his pants?

“Darling, are you sure you’re all right?” This time it was her dad. Damn it, he’d seen her tremble.

“I guess…I felt a breeze or something. One minute I’m hot, the next I’m cold.

Weird,” she concluded.

She’d loved that Scott had felt responsible for protection—it was a far cry from Chase and Reggie, who had tried to get by without a condom with her more than once.

And the truth was…she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t let them. As she’d mentioned to Scott, she took birth control pills—it kept her periods regular—and both of her previous relationships had been long-term things, where she’d had no real fears of disease.

But somehow…well, maybe she hadn’t been dying for sex with them the same way she’d been dying for it last night. Maybe she’d actually liked the idea of keeping some tiny barrier between her and them.

And then it hit her anew. Wow! Scott was the only guy she’d had sex with who her father hadn’t picked for her, who’d been totally her choice. When she thought about it that way, maybe it was no wonder she’d managed to be so aggressive and wild with him.

Even if the memories made her begin to blush.

“Seriously, Payton, are you feeling all right?” her father said, looking concerned.

“Your face is turning red again.”

Oh boy—this was getting tricky. “I’m honestly fine,” she claimed. “In fact, I would say I feel
unusually
good tonight.”
Because soon I’m going to meet my lover.

Wow, she actually had a lover.

And she hoped like hell that he wanted to love her some more.

* * * * *

After saying goodnight to her parents at the Crystal Sands, Payton made her way back to the yacht where she traded in her sleeveless but fairly conservative blouse for a low-cut halter top in an island floral print. She kept on the summery white wrap skirt and cork wedge heels she already wore—then made her way back to Duvall Street.

The Lazy Lizard was everything she’d hoped—a casual, laid-back island bar that seemed filled with locals and tourists alike. A Jimmy Buffett song played over loud speakers, a thatched roof covered the square bar in the center of the room, and peanut shells dusted the floor. Colorful umbrella drinks seemed to be the norm, dotting the bar and lots of tables.

Weaving through the crowd, it didn’t take long to feel admiring male eyes on her—which she liked, but it also intimidated her just a little. The truth was, she’d never been to a bar like this before. Upscale nightclubs in New York and Vegas, sure—usually with her father-approved friends. But she’d never had occasion to step into a low-key neighborhood drinking establishment.

She took a seat at the bar and checked her watch. Ten twenty-five.

“Buy you a drink?”

She looked up to find an attractive, professional-looking guy in a polo shirt and khaki pants—probably here on vacation with his friends. His grin was more polite than smarmy, although she had no doubt he was hoping for vacation sex if he got the chance. She returned a light smile. “Thanks, but I’m meeting someone.”

The guy snapped his fingers in disappointment. “My loss.”

When he departed, she took up a laminated drink menu from behind a napkin holder and perused the tropical offerings. Two bartenders worked the bar but both were busy and hadn’t yet looked her way.

“Hi there.”

She looked up, hoping for Scott, but instead found a burly but handsome linebacker type with mussed hair. Her best guess—spring break. “Hi.”

“You’re too pretty to be alone. What are you drinking?”

“I’m not really alone—he’s due anytime now.”

“Hell,” the guy said, sounding more perturbed than the first had. She got the idea he was already well on his way to being drunk, and maybe she hadn’t been the first girl to rebuff his advances tonight. “You tell him I said he’s one lucky son of a bitch.”

“I’ll do that,” she promised. “Have a nice evening.” Then she refocused on her drink menu, completely uninterested in either of the two men who’d just approached her.

But then she suddenly stopped, blinked, wondering why. After all, they were both fairly hot—and just yesterday they would have fit the bill of what she was looking for to slake her naughty needs.

But now that she’d been with Scott, well—she wanted to see him again.
Only
him at the moment, it turned out. Totally casual sex had been fun and wild and sexy, but she liked even better the idea of being with someone she’d
already
been with, someone whose sexual skills she already knew she liked very well.

“Hey there, rich girl, you didn’t stand me up.”

She sat up straighter and gave him a smile, forgetting every thought in her head at his arrival. Sliding onto the stool next to her, he looked just as good as she remembered.

Tonight he wore a distressed blue T-shirt advertising the
Party Barge
and khaki cargo shorts.

“You thought I would?” she asked.

He shrugged, grinned. “You never know.” Then he pointed toward one of the drinks on the menu still in her hand. “I recommend the Sunset Blast.”

So when finally a female bartender—a blonde named Shay, who Scott seemed to know—came to take their order, they both asked for a Sunset Blast, a concoction made with two types of rum, some grenadine, some schnapps, and a couple of fruit juices.

She couldn’t help asking, “Seriously, why did you think I wouldn’t come?”

Another shrug from her new lover. “Thought maybe you’d had all the fun with me you intended to have. Rich girls get bored easily.”

“And you’re an authority on this?”

He tilted his head. “You meet a lot of different types of girls here.”

“Well, maybe I’m not like all the other rich girls.”

He met her gaze. “You’re a hell of a lot more fun than most of them, I can tell you that.”

“I’m glad you think so,” she said, but there it was again—a telltale warmth climbed her cheeks. Somehow, here, on
his
turf, it wasn’t as easy to be the wild child she’d been last night. Maybe it
had
been easier when it had been only a one-night thing—something she’d not thought of until just now.

“Whoa,” he said, “are you blushing?”

Oh hell. “Shocking but true.” She rolled her eyes at herself. “Could be there’s more to me than you saw last night, pirate boy.”

He cast a grin, clearly intrigued. “Tell me more, rich girl.”

Just then, their drinks arrived, so she shored herself by taking a big sip—both delicious and instantly intoxicating, which she needed at the moment. “Okay, here it is.

I’m twenty-six years old and I’ve never done…anything real.”

Next to her, he lowered his chin. “Define real.”

She shook her head, trying to think of how to explain. “I’ve been under my father’s thumb my whole life, going to private schools, letting him pick my friends—and boyfriends—and…I’ve never even been to a bar like this. With peanut shells on the floor. Which I love, by the way. It’s so…casual.”