Boone said, “Richard, why don’t you help Maya up. We’ll—oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” She saw the surprise in his eyes as he was distracted by something beyond the thick stand of oak trees.
He looked down at her and back out at whatever had drawn his attention and stood quickly. “Help her dress. Get your clothes on, baby. This is fucking unbelievable.” He let loose a juicy curse through gritted teeth as he removed the condom.
Kendall glanced in the direction Boone was looking, and his eyes bugged. “Oh, babydoll. You want to have clothes on, like right quick. Here, let us help you.”
Feeling a little shocked and a whole lot of annoyance for the badly timed interruption, she allowed them to help her back into her bikini and clothing.
“Yoo-hoo! Oh, boys! I’m ba-ack!” The sing-song female voice made Maya want to grit her teeth. The men were hurriedly pulling on their clothing, cursing softly as they adjusted their flies over very swollen cocks. Her body practically vibrated with frustration. The voice had an easy, familiar quality to it, and the words, “I’m back,” sent a wave of jealousy through her.
“Who is that?” Maya asked peevishly as she peeked out through the brush and caught a glimpse as the young woman stepped into the tree line. It was a good thing Boone had caught sight of her before they’d proceeded. Her first anal experience with them might’ve been interrupted, but at least it hadn’t been completely ruined.
The petite woman was in her mid- to late-twenties, with fashionably cut blonde hair. Her clothes were stylish, and she walked through the area as though she was familiar with it.
“She must’ve seen all our trucks and assumed we’d be down here on a Sunday,” Richard said.
She turned to look at him and saw that his brows were drawn together and there was a frown on his face. Intuitively, Maya knew whoever this was had hurt him. She could tell by the look in his eyes. A deeper, more protective emotion replaced the jealousy she felt and she went to him when he reached for her.
Boone nodded at Kendall and said, “Maya, stay put with the guys. I’ll handle our visitor.”
Visitor? More like interloper.
Richard put his arms around her, and she leaned against him as she watched Boone make his way straight down to the bank before moving along the water’s edge, possibly in an attempt to not draw the young woman’s eye to them.
“Who is she?” she whispered quietly.
“Her name is Brenda Sanderson. Trouble is what she is,” Kendall replied to her. “You don’t need to worry about her.”
She looked Kendall in the eye. “Was she your girlfriend?”
Kendall looked uncomfortable, and she knew she needed to dial it down a bit for their sake. The men had not invited this person to show up in the middle of their secluded little tryst.
“She played around with all of you, didn’t she?”
Richard’s soft sigh was her confirmation.
The woman’s suggestive words carried down the creek bank. “Well, hello, stranger.” Those might’ve been the words that came out of her mouth, but her syrupy tone said, “Prepare to fuck me.”
Maya clenched her fists. I don’t think so.
Boone caught Brenda’s wrists as she reached for him the second she was close enough. She smiled up at him and made what she probably thought was a piquant little pout. Boone spoke muted, serious-sounding words to her. She responded with a snigger and quickly stripped her expensive-looking minidress over her head and dropped it on the ground, revealing her generous, perfectly symmetrical breasts and pretty much the rest of her as well.
Kendall muttered, “Looks like somebody found a sugar daddy. I don’t recall those looking like that—ouch!” He grimaced and rubbed the stinging nipple Maya had just pinched. “I’m not saying I like them. I just noticed…I’m shutting up, right now.” He glanced at Maya and pooched out his lip and she would’ve laughed given different circumstances.
Kendall’s movement drew Brenda’s eyes, which showed a moment’s surprise as she looked up at them from her position down near the water.
Boone picked up the dress and thrust it at her, and she smiled at him and said, “Well, well. What do we have here? Did I interrupt you in the middle of something? Where did you find that dumpy old thing? Waiting tables at that crappy bar you all hang out at?”
Maya saw her ploy for what it was and rolled her eyes. She caught Brenda’s inimical expression and had to stop herself from laughing. If Brenda thought she could run her off with a few tacky comments she had another thing coming.
Maya had dealt with this type from time to time in San Marcos. Being a college town, it was filled part of the year with spoiled little rich girls whose daddies bought them everything, and they expected the same treatment from everyone else.