Wet Dreamz (2 page)

“You swim pretty good. Mind if I join you?”

Did she mind? Hello, wet dream come true.

“No, not at all. Hop in and cool off.” Well, not too cool, she thought, fighting the nervous laugh that threatened to burst out.

When Billy popped the button to his jeans, for a fleeting moment she wondered if he was about go full monty, but as he unzipped and pushed the denim down over lean hips, she saw the colors of swim trunks emerge. Well, darn. His head was down so she used her peripheral vision to see nicely sculpted, muscled legs spring from beneath his jeans. His body had fine golden hairs as if he spent more time out of those jeans than in them. She glanced away before he dove in. He came up right in front of her.

His hair wet, slicked back like it was, totally accentuated his striking eyes. She would have sworn under oath they were blue, but up close like this, she saw they were hazel. Swapping from green to blue like magic.

“Feels great,” he murmured as she tried to appear interested in the slight waves in the water.

“What?”

“The water. The heat was really getting to the miserable point.” Billy dipped his head back, wetting his hair again. “This water feels like heaven at the moment. Race you to the other side.” He took off, and she followed, giving it her all. It had been years since she’d raced someone in the pool, and it left her with a kidlike sensation. She loved it.

When they reached the shallow end, they both emerged and cast a quick glance at each other. Yep, he’d beat her by a considerable length, and she’d started to congratulate him when she noticed his gaze wasn’t on her face. His eyes were much lower.

Chest level to be precise.

A quick peek proved her fear correct. One of the girls had made a run for freedom, and her nipple pointed the way.

“Oops, sorry.” She snatched the purple material so quickly her boob shot out the other side, and its twin also teetered on the verge of escape. She whirled around in the water, desperate to corral the brazen beasts back into captivity. She caught the “No problem at all” he near-whispered. Embarrassment turned to opportunity.

Time to get her flirt on as she adjusted her top to show maximum cleavage.

* * *

Her tits had him rock-hard in two seconds. They were fucking perfect. Round, firm, and with nipples perfectly aligned like the cherries atop the most succulent of desserts. A treat he’d do anything to dive into and lap up like a kitten to cream.

Yeah. Before her douche husband returned, she’d be his. He’d show her the pleasures she deserved.

“Hard to keep the girls put up at times,” she stated, laughing a little. He sensed her skittishness. Unlike her spouse, she didn’t play around. She was kind, and if he wasn’t mistaken in his gut judgment, had figured out her husband was unfaithful, as she’d never come swimming while he worked on the pool before.

She was also flirting like mad. Nervous, yes, but testing the waters nonetheless. Fine—he’d make the first move.

“I’m going to do something I’ve always wanted to do,” he warned as she glanced up from her bikini top.

“What’s that?”

“This.” He grabbed her around the waist and floated her flush against him. To his surprise her legs wrapped around his waist, and if she’d doubted how turned-on she made him, now she’d know. His boner was against her pussy, and the suit’s bottom was a barely there scrap of material.

His hand grabbed the back of her head, and he crushed his mouth against hers as he turned them until her back was against the pool for better leverage and to keep her from floating away. Her tongue curled around his, and her taste was intoxicating. Like the sweet taste of summertime honeysuckle dew.

Little moans burst from her as she rocked her pelvis against his cock, and with her immobile, he was afforded the freedom to explore her body with both hands
…
and mouth. He pushed the flimsy fabric off one breast and broke the kiss long enough to sample the peaked candy before him, rolling the plumped nugget against his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

He was rewarded with a feminine squeal as she arched her back until her breast was pressed against him,
hard
. Opening wide he took as much of the silken flesh inside his mouth as he could, before drawing back, hard, until his lips pulled back on her taut pearl, which he bit gently with blunt teeth. Her response was primal as her body bowed and she ground against his erection.

Now or never, take what you want. She’s yours.

The bikini bottom posed little resistance as he jerked it to the side and slid two fingers into her warm sheath. She was tight and so incredibly hot. He couldn’t wait to work himself within her, but she needed priming. So he worked his fingers, plunging in and out, scissoring them every other pass. She was lubed and ready, but he wanted more. He needed her squirming and out of her mind with desire. He reclaimed her mouth and then swallowed the scream that erupted the moment his thumb found her clit.

He worked the swollen nub until she bucked with frenzied motions and clawed at his butt, trying to yank him closer.

Yeah. Now was the time to claim her. He hated leaving her pussy, but needed a hand with which to drop his shorts. He’d managed to get them to his waist when—

“Hey, Cam, you back here?” a girlish voice rang out, coming from the side entrance.

Well, fuck.

* * *

An hour and one busybody neighbor later, Cam went back into the house disappointed that Billy had left. He couldn’t have lingered or else Monique would have grown far too curious, but they’d been so close.

Damn it.

Thankfully Monique had mentioned she was heading out of town for some antiquing the next day. In fact, it was what had prompted her to pop by—to see if Cam wanted to go with her. As Monique was the only close neighbor, there should be no interruptions if things turned hot again tomorrow. But Cam had to make it until the next morning. She wanted him now.

Flipping the business card over, she read his number out loud.

Did she dare call him? It was nearly midnight. He was probably in bed. Was he there alone? She dropped the card back down on the occasional table and went to grab a glass of wine. Halfway to the kitchen, she stopped.

You chicken shit. Might as well start clucking.

Going back to the parlor table, she grabbed the card and punched the number into her phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi
…
uh, Billy?”

“Mrs.
…
Cam? Is that you? Is everything all right?” His tone held concern.

“Oh yes. Everything’s fine. I thought, well, I wondered if you, you know, might want to come back now?”

Silence ran for a minute. Panic seized her heart that she’d misread him. Maybe he’d wanted to see if she’d bite, which she had, and he didn’t want anything more.

“I’m sorry to have both—”

“Here, not there,” he stated, interrupting.

“What?”

“I want to see you too. But not there. Here. Come to me. I’m house sitting. It’s private—no neighbors, no one to interrupt us.” He gave her the address before she even answered.

She took the fastest shower in history, tossed on a sleek summer frock, and headed toward the street he’d given. Wow, he wasn’t lying. The driveway was at least a mile off the road in the woods, but even the street had been nothing but vacant lots.

Finally, a large home popped up as did a gorgeous lake. The place was a bit like two large A-frames combined, with a wooden deck running between them and out into the water. As she curved around the large circle driveway to where she hoped was an appropriate place to park she caught sight of more of the dock and what appeared to be a large party gazebo at the end of it.

The front door opened before she even cut the engine off. She glanced up and nearly swallowed her tongue. Bathed in a soft light, wearing nothing but low-slung lounge pants, stood Billy. The grin he gave her held wicked promise, and her stomach fluttered with anticipation.

“You came.”

“You doubted me?” she asked softly.

“I wasn’t sure. I kinda worried you’d change your mind at the last moment.” he admitted.

“Nope.”

“I can see that,” he said, chuckling. “Want a tour of the place?”

“I’d love one.” The house was beautiful on the outside, and she couldn’t wait to see what the inside featured, but oddly, Billy didn’t take her inside. He held out his hand and ushered her to an area where ornate bushes of all kinds of flowers, like hydrangeas, roses, and azaleas, created a heavenly path towards the lake.

Finally he turned them on to the wooden deck she’d seen and continued until they reached the large gazebo.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw what he’d done. From the second she called he must have been out here working.

Lit candles ran about the rails, and champagne and strawberries sat next to blankets laid out like a summertime picnic. Over in another corner hung a two-person-sized hammock, and above them were fans, creating a light breeze but not enough to blow the candles out. It was breathtaking.

“You did all this for me?” she asked, taken by the care he’d shown setting it up.

“No, the other girl dipped out.”

It took her a second for his words to sink in.

“What?” she asked, shocked by his honesty.

“Kidding. Of course this is for you. Cam, you’re a stunning woman. The ass—pardon my saying so—doesn’t appear to see the treasure he has before him.”

She didn’t want to break the mood by discussing her marital situation, so she didn’t reply to his quite accurate description. As if he sensed her thoughts, he took her hand and urged her down into the soft feather comforter he’d laid out for them.

“You know you’re probably going to ruin this having it outside like this,” she warned as she sank down into the softness of the blanket.

“Maybe. But I wanted you comfortable. Are you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she admitted, smoothing her hands across the puffy material.

“Then it’s worth the risk.” He winked, pulled the bubbly from the ice bucket, popped the cork, and poured them both a sparking glass.

“Close your eyes.” His request took her by surprise.

“Okay.” She closed them.

“Now open your mouth.” Again, she complied, but her hesitation hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“Trust me. Nothing bad, I promise.”

Something tangy and wet hit her lips. She made out the smallest of seeds. Ah, the strawberries. Blindly, she took a small bite, licking at the juice, which dribbled down to coat her lips. She started to open her eyes, but he quickly squelched the idea.

“No. Keep them closed, please.”

Next, smooth glass touched her lips.

“Open up,” he urged.

She complied, and crisp bubbles tickled her nose as she sipped some of the champagne.

“Nice,” she admitted right as he tipped her glass for her to sip. She let the cool bubbly slide down her throat and before she could lick away the missed droplets, he did. She opened, wanting him to kiss her. Needing more of the connection they shared earlier in the pool, but he gave only a small one.

“One more treat,” he whispered in her ear, running his tongue down her neck and causing all kinds of chill bumps to burst across her skin.

Something dense and sweet-smelling touched her mouth. She used her tongue to sample the solid something. Chocolate. Hell, yeah. She opened wide, and a small hunk was placed on her tongue. As the sugary confection melted down, taste told her this wasn’t your ordinary, everyday chocolate, but the serious, creamy type.

He was on her then. His mouth tasting and sampling what he’d fed her, and the mixture of Billy and cocoa sent her senses reeling with pleasure. He gripped her thighs and pulled her closer to him as he knelt between them to deepen their kiss even as he urged her onto her back. He was braced above on his arms, but his crotch met hers, and her heart sung when she felt the proof of his arousal against her. Yes, he was still as turned on as she was. She grabbed at his ass, pulling him against her as hard as she could. Her clit pulsed with need, her breath came in ragged gulps, and she tore her mouth away to drag one such gulp in.