Texas Fandango: Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 3 (6 page)

KC grabbed his hand and pulled him through the space. “And you’ve got to see the bedroom.”

Her enthusiasm was infectious and he couldn’t suppress the smile on his face. Plus, the feel of her soft hand with her long fingers wrapped in his felt so right.

A massive king-size bed dominated the bedroom. A set of oversized French doors made up the wall closest to the beach. Left opened by the staff, the doors allowed a fresh ocean breeze into the room.

The rock terrace continued past the bedroom, around the corner and back down to the entrance.

She dropped his hand and went over to look out the open doors. Her gasp was loud enough for him to hear. She turned slowly toward him. “Is that a private pool?” Her eyes begged for him to say yes.

His lips pulled upward and he winked. “All ours,” he said and waited for her response, which came immediately. She flew across the room and threw her arms around his neck.

“Thank you. Thank you,” she said as she layered kiss after kiss on his face. “Thank you for bringing me.”

Sliding his arms around her waist, he pulled her snug against him. “No, thank
you
. I wouldn’t be here right now if not for you.”

He lowered his mouth to kiss her, but she met him halfway. Her lips were soft but demanding. She flicked out her tongue and ran it along the seam of his lips, which he opened gladly to let her in. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. Electrical volts sizzled through him. He slid his hands to her ass, cupping both cheeks while pulling her forcefully against his growing erection.

“Jump,” he said against her mouth. “Wrap your legs around me.”

When she did, he grabbed her thighs to hold her and carried her to bed. She wasn’t a light, petite woman. She was sturdy and curvy and carrying her brought out all his caveman maleness.

He leaned over the bed and laid her on the mattress, never halting his assault on her mouth, her neck, her ears. He used his lips to taste everywhere he could without losing contact. She kept her long, shapely legs wrapped around him and used her arms to pull him down on top of her, not that she had to pull very hard. He fell willingly, her full breasts cushioning his chest as he landed.

KC’s long, strong fingers grasped his ass, jerking his granite-hard erection firmly against her sex. He ground against her, his cock straining to get free.

The double knock at the front door resounded like gunshots. They both froze. The knock came again, followed by, “Luggage.”

Drake dropped his forehead against hers, his breath coming in ragged huffs. “I’m a little indisposed to answer the door.”

She bestowed a quick kiss on his nose. “I’ll get it. Roll off me.”

When he did, she crawled off the bed and grabbed her purse. “I’m coming,” she called toward the door. She pulled out two ten-dollar bills and walked into the living room.

Drake toed off his loafers and climbed onto the lush mattress, his head landing on an amazingly plush pillow. He could hear mumbled voices from the living room followed by the thud of luggage being set on the tile. The door slammed and KC raced back to the bedroom and launched herself onto the bed beside him.

“I’m never leaving. Never. You’re going to have to drug me and drag me back to the airplane to go home.”

“Then we have a serious problem,” he said, rolling his head to the side to look at her.

“What?”

“I’m not leaving either, so I guess it’ll be up to the hotel staff to kick us out.”

She laughed and climbed on top of him. “You see that pool out there?”

“You mean our private one?”

“Yeah, that one. I have plans for you and that pool. We’re going to spend a lot of time out there.

He grinned. “I like how you think.”

And that’s not all he liked about her.

As hard as it was to pull herself away from the delicious man spread out on the bed as though he was a make-your-own-sundae buffet, KC felt sweaty and grimy. The thing she hated about flying was all the icky germs. Oh, and nasty furniture in the airport and the planes. No matter where she flew, a shower was usually the first thing on her to-do list. However today, add in the sweat from the tropical temperature and she really wanted to freshen up.

KC rolled off the impossibly perfect mattress and pushed her discarded sandals under the edge of the bed.

“See you in five.”

“Where you going?”

“Quick shower. I always want a shower after being on planes. But it’ll be fast. I promise. Five minutes then it’s you and me and our own private pool.”

He scoffed. “Five minutes? Never happen. No woman can be in and out of a shower in five minutes.”

She put her hand on the bathroom door. “Time me,” she said just before pulling it closed.

She stripped as if her clothes were on fire. The mirrored walls of the bath lit the room with natural light. At this time of the late afternoon, the pinks and oranges of the dropping sun were flattering to her color.

Hot water blasted from the showerhead. Once she got the water temperature to her liking, she climbed in, soaped up and rinsed. In and out in under three minutes.

Take that, Drake Gentry.

The white towel on the bar was made from plush, thick cotton. It absorbed the water from her body with one swipe. She checked her watch. Still under five minutes.

After tossing the damp towel back over the bar, she whipped open the door, exposing all her nakedness for Drake to see. “Ta-da,” she announced. “Under five minutes.”

“Very good, ma’am,” said a mature man dressed in the hotel’s regulation attire. Her suitcases were open on the bed and most of her clothes were missing.

“Shit.” KC slipped back behind the door. “Who are you?”

“Fernando, ma’am. I’m your butler.”

Butler? We have a butler? What the…?

“Um, where’s Drake?”

“The mister is in the pool, ma’am.”

KC craned her neck to see the pool. Drake grinned and waved.

Ass. He’ll pay for this.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “And you’re doing what right now?”

“Unpacking, ma’am. I’ve put your items in these drawers.” He indicated the three drawers on the left side of the dresser. “If you wish, I can move them.”

“No, no. That’s fine.” What did one do with a butler?

“May I offer you a robe?” He lifted a thick, white robe from the closet.

“Yes, thank you.” KC tried to remain nonplused. Surely this was not the first time Fernando had seen a naked lady.

The robe was embroidered with the Sand Castle logo on the left shoulder. Once she’d covered her nudity with the hotel robe—which was sensually soft and plush—KC stepped from the bathroom.

“Carry on,” she said in what she hoped was a tone that implied she had been around butlers her whole life.

Fernando nodded and resumed his unpacking.

Chapter Five

KC made her way poolside trying to decide whether to be embarrassed by her faux pas or laugh it off. Being all cool and sophisticated about her own nudity was not in her usual repertoire of responses. But wasn’t that what this trip was all about? Trying her hand at something different? She put a little hip swing in her walk.

Drake was still grinning when she got there. “Surprise. We’ve got a butler.”

She rolled her eyes. “Did you know? You could have warned me.”

“I guess I forgot.” He swam to the side nearest her and rested his tanned arms on the pool’s lip.

The action made the muscle definition in his arms more pronounced and she swallowed an urge to run her tongue along each curve and into each indentation.

“You’re going to pay for that.” Her threat lacked any heat.

He laughed. “C’mon in. The water feels great.”

She glanced toward the bedroom and back to Drake. “My swimsuits are in there. I don’t have anything on.”

“So? What’s the point of a private pool if you can’t skinny dip any time you want?”

Reflexively, she pulled the neck of the robe tighter, glanced at the beach beyond their terrace, then to Fernando—whose back was toward her—and then to Drake.

“KC. Drop the robe. Our butler has already seen all you have to offer and half the people on the beach are nude.”

Another quick glance at the beach confirmed his assessment. With her first look, she’d been trying to see if anyone was looking at her. Of course they weren’t. Nobody cared if she was naked and doing a pole dance…well, maybe a pole dance might get some attention, but a nude woman? Nope. She’d be one of many.

She shrugged out of the robe, tossed it on a lounge and walked down the pool’s steps. The warm water licked her legs and felt sinfully wicked as it rippled along her naked flesh. She dipped under and then stood, slicking her long hair off her face, letting it flow down her back.

Drake was at the far end and she was sure this was a challenge on his part. Would she come to him or wait for him to come to her? He might be the one picking up the tab for this vacation—and now that she looked around, she needed to ask about kicking in some funds—but she’d made up the conditions for participation. She wanted him and she would get her fill for the next two weeks. After the two weeks, who knew?

Luckily for her, they didn’t live in the same town, so running into each other on the street after this trip would be rare. No embarrassing encounters. No awkward conversations. The distance between their homes would, for once, work in her favor if their relationship, or whatever it was, didn’t last past the flight home. Not running into him daily should make walking away easier in the end.

The pool was shallow enough that her head was above the water when she was standing but deep enough that the rest of her body was covered. Drake watched her approach through hooded eyes. He’d lost his smile and his face now reflected a seriously aroused expression. Green irises dark with desire. Nostrils flared. Breathing faster than normal.

As she neared, he finally moved, reaching out his hands to grab her arms and pull her toward him until they collided.

As she’d suspected, he was naked. His penis was thick and hard and, right now, pressed firmly into her abdomen when their bodies met. KC’s breath caught. She’d never seen him naked, never had the nerve to ask Olivia about sex with Drake. It had seemed incredibly tacky to lust after her cousin’s husband and live out a fantasy sex life by asking her. But now? She’d get to discover all the man had to offer, and she was ready to get started.

“Will there be anything before I go?”

Damn. She’d forgotten Fernando.

“No. I think that’s it,” Drake said over her shoulder, keeping her front pressed to his. “We’ll be wanting dinner later. Do I call you?”

“Yes, sir.” Fernando pointed to the phone. “Just ring me at extension sixteen.”

“Great. Thanks.”

Fernando gave a shallow bow and walked around the corner. The sound of his feet on the rock steps was quiet, but as soon as KC heard it, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“What’s wrong?” Drake asked, lifting her chin to look in her eyes. “Don’t like having our own personal butler?”

“Oh, no. I love that. It’s just the him-seeing-me-naked part that I wasn’t ready for.”

He laughed and wrapped a strong leg around hers. “Shouldn’t bother you. You look fantastic all in the buff.”

She dipped her chin. For all her big talk, she’d never been much of a public exhibitionist. She hoped he believed the sun was the cause of the heat she felt crawling up her face.

After gathering her nerve, she kissed him, firmly pressing her tongue into his mouth. Moving the tip in and out. Tasting his tongue. The inside of his cheek. Licking his teeth. Using her teeth to take small nips of his lips.

A growl deep inside Drake vibrated his chest. Her female soul cooed with pleasure. He slid his wide hands up her back then around to her breasts, massaging them, weighing each of them in the palms of his hands. He plucked her nipples, rolling and tugging firmly on them between his fingers.

Her gut jerked behind her naval. She kissed her way off his mouth and onto his cheek, then nibbled and kissed along his cheek up to his ear. She ran the tip of her tongue around the rim and into the opening.

He glided his slippery hands down to her ass and gave each globe a thorough massage while holding her firmly against his long, thick cock. She moved her hips from side-to-side, rubbing her mons and abdomen against him. When she groaned and thrust strongly on his shaft, he skimmed the palms of his hands down her thighs.

“Lift your legs. Wrap them around me.” His voice was guttural and rough and, God, she loved it.

In response to his deep, coarse voice, her sex throbbed and demanded attention. She brought her legs up to wrap around him, but he pushed them wider apart to allow him to stand between her thighs. He pushed a finger into her canal, their gazes locked, both watching the other for a reaction as he added a second finger. When he began thrusting and twisting his thick fingers inside her, her stomach muscles twitched and quaked. Her mouth opened but no sound came out.

His eyes were dark, hooded, lust-filled orbs. She licked her lips, causing him to add a third finger and increase the power behind the thrusts as well as the speed.