“It’s been a while, but fair enough…I call the first right of refusal.” He knocks on the door to the bathroom then peers inside. No one.
The open concept floor plan flanked almost entirely with windows to maximize the views of the mountains, leaves no doubt we’re alone on the first floor.
Carson follows me upstairs. Better not be a damn Goldilocks sleeping in my bed, although if she’s the tropical treat I smelled outside, I might change my mind.
A surprising pang of disappointment hits when I find my bed empty. A distraction is the exact opposite of what I need right now. I step back into the hallway at the same time as Carson who meets me with a shrug. We check our shared office next and I pick up a delicate scent, not only of coconut but something seductively sweet. If this woman looks half as good as she smells, I’m going to lose the battle with my threatening boner.
The windows in each room allow us to check the second-level decks as we continue our search.
“Goldilocks must have gone for the rooftop deck.” Carson leads up the interior stairs to the roof.
“Someone up here?” he calls out while swinging the door open.
We freeze as we step out. For the first time ever, the sight on our deck is more captivating than the view of the mountains. And coconut mixed with the feminine scent from my office has become my new favorite scent.
Goldilocks is stretched out on one of our deck chairs. Her expanse of golden-brown skin is marred only by a tiny white bikini that barely contains all the parts it’s designed to cover. Her face is turned away and her long brown hair gently floats in the breeze. Her arms extend overhead, one hand resting on the other.
I tamp down the desire to pin her hands in place, straddle her, and shove my cock down her throat. The insane thought serves as a reminder that I should start making an effort to date.
Goldie’s younger than us by around ten years, a rough estimate I make as I continue my fantasy with thoughts of sliding my dick into her tight pussy. Fuck.
“Dibs. Definitely dibs,” Carson says as we continue staring.
“I bought the chairs she’s on, which gives me first right of dibs,” I only half joke.
“Whatever, but I’m liking your idea about blowing off some steam before we get to work.” Carson approaches and calls to her again, “Hey.”
Not to be left behind, I keep pace, and as we stop a few feet away, the subtle sounds of rock and roll drift from her wireless earbuds. The peaceful rise and fall of her breasts indicate sleep. What the fuck is going on?
“I guess we need to wake her up,” I whisper to Carson. The problem is that I want to do it for all the wrong reasons. I want to know if she’s the kind of girl who considers getting her ass slapped a good thing. I want to hear my name on her lips as she comes on my cock.
“Uh, yeah.” Carson makes no effort to quiet his voice. “And after she tells us how she ended up on our roof, we can find out which bed she prefers.”
Shit. My brain already forgave her for breaking in, or whatever she did. Carson’s been as consumed with work as I have. We both need a break.
Sunlight glistens on the luscious mounds of her breasts that threaten to fall out of her bikini top with each breath. I nudge my elbow into Carson’s arm. “That’s not a bathing suit, is it?”
“I think she’s in her bra and panties.”
“And sunglasses,” I add as I make a half-hearted effort to maintain a shred of decency. With all of her bare skin, it takes a second to convince my cock this isnotan opportunity. The wild craving I have to change her divinely flat belly into a swollen one carrying my child is complete nonsense. Maybe we should have kept that vacation day on the schedule. I’m getting delusional.
“We better do this before she wakes up and thinks we’re perving.”
It’s understood that we’re both desperate to drag our fingers through the sheen of perspiration on her skin. Matching each other inch for inch, we each extend a hand, tapping her elbow, so closely we might as well be one.
She startles to life. We jerk back and give her a second. Her arms pull down, her hands covering her chest. There’s an almost imperceptible pause before her head turns our direction.
A shriek is the only hint of her voice as she sits up, her legs spreading on either side of the chair as she rips out her earbuds.
Damn if my eyes don’t drop to her barely covered pussy spread for us. The sudden awareness that she’s neatly shaved is not helping my uncomfortable situation any.
The moment is fleeting though. She tosses her leg to the far side of the chair, stands, and faces us, one arm across her chest, the other barely covering more than the scrap of fabric between her thighs. I clench my fists to keep from reaching for her.
“What are you doing here?” Her head turns to Carson then lands decidedly back on me.
“We live here,” I say while Carson shrugs off his already unbuttoned shirt and hands it to her.
“Put this on.”