“You’ve got really great feet for a guy.” Carmyn sighed. “No toe hair.”
Actually, he didn’t have any–
“I bet you shave all your body hair for swimming! That’s hot,” she said in a perfect Paris Hilton imitation. “Mark used to shave all his, too. Even, you know. That hair.”
Hoo. Carmyn was more than a little bent. And Victoria… What did that look on her face mean? Was she appalled or… Most chicks liked it. He probably shouldn’t think about Victoria liking anything, or her husband might want to kick his ass.
Mark pulled Carmyn’s hands from his shorts. “Babe. I think it’s time for us to head. Say good night to all the nice people.”
“Good night, everybody!” she called cheerfully as he helped her to her feet. “We’ll be just down the hall if you need us.”
An awkward silence fell after they’d left.
“I should probably head out too.” He rose. “I’d like to hit the fitness center in the morning before too many people are out and about. Not that most people work out while they’re traveling.”
“If you need to swim, you’re welcome to come use this pool,” Brett said. “You’ll probably not have room for laps in the public pool. And this one has the lap pump, to create a current for fitness swimming.”
That would be perfect. “Thanks.” He might do that, even if he ended up ogling Victoria and got his ass kicked for it.
“We’ll be up by eight at the latest. It was a pleasure meeting you.”
You might not think so, if you knew how bad I want your wife.
“Good night, David,” Victoria said softly. “Thanks for meeting us.”
Chapter 7
“That went well, I think.” Britt closed the door and latched the dead bolt.
“You think he’ll back?” Victoria mused.
“You’re the great people-predictor. What do you think?”
She hoped so. “If Carmyn didn’t scare him away with all the foot-talk and that hand job she gave Mark.”
“Let me ask you this, love. After meeting him, would you like him to come back? Is he the one? If so, I’ll make it happen.”
She scoffed. “Oh yeah? Just like that? You can make it happen?”
“You’re not the only effective people-handler in this marriage, Vic.”
“So let me ask you this.” She looked him straight in the eye to watch his true reaction. “Do you want him to come back?”
“There’s no other man I’d rather watch screw my wife’s brains out.”
Shit. Total honesty in those eyes.
“You’re sick. Truly demented. This is not happening. It’s all twisted and trouble and–”
“Kinky,” he supplied. “And I’m like a fucking oak just thinking about it.” He swept her into his arms, nuzzling her neck with his lips. “Besides, you know how it does it for me when you get all worked up about something. Let’s fuck like crazed celebrities on a sex cruise, eh?”
By the time they made it to the bed, he’d yanked her panties off and had a finger inside her, suckling her breast through her dress. He let her body slide along his until her feet touched the floor, his thumb pressing against her clit with expert pressure. They kissed, a long, deep, hungry nightcap of heady lust. He managed to loosen the clip and free her hair, so it cascaded around them. “Fuck, I love you. I need you so much right now, Vic. Be a love and bend over for me?”
She complied and he pushed the dress up to her hips, his belt rattling around his ankles when he thrust inside her with a groan. She whimpered–sometimes it was almost too much in this position, but she was hot, bothered, and so sopping wet from thinking about all those things she shouldn’t be thinking of. He slid out and in deeper than usual, but with little drag, and oh! he hit her spot and made her cry out.
“Hurting you?” He panted along her neck, grasping her breasts.
She shook her head. Managed to get out a “No. More. Now. More.” Fast, it needed to be fast this time. Goddammit, he was big, too big for this way, and he’d probably ruined her for other men. Still, she could love having David’s cock sliding in and out of her while Britt watched–hot, hot, hot–while he stroked himself, maybe near enough for her to suck him… Could she make them both come at the same time? She’d come on all three of them if they’d let her…a big, screaming, gushing…
“Fuck, baby. Oh fuuuck. You’ve soaked us both, love. Good fucking show!” He thrust again and fell against her, clutching, growling, shuddering.
They collapsed tangled and naked at the top of the bed.