“You go all out for your guests, don’t you?” Jules lays her head back, and adds, “This is all amazing.”
“She definitely goes above and beyond,” I say and slide my hands into the water. I lightly brush her outer thigh. She takes another quick breath, but Jules and Rider are resting their heads back, staring at the blue sky. She glances at me and telegraphs a message to cut it out, but I smile innocently at her and move my hand until I’m touching her inner thigh. Her throat makes a sound as she swallows, and something comes over her, a change, and the next thing I know, she presses her hand to my swollen dick, and I damn near jump out of the hot tub in surprise.
She grins at me, as if to say that two can play that game, and she’s right. Twocanplay that game and tonight I plan to play, all night long.
“I’m starting to wrinkle,” Charlie says, and lifts herself up. “You guys stay and enjoy. I need to get dressed and start to get things ready for dinner.”
“I’ll help.” I make a move to jump up and she shakes her head.
“No, you don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to, which means you have to let me, or I’ll walk away unsatisfied, and maybe even leave a bad review.”
She puts a hand on her hip. “You wouldn’t do that.”
“You don’t know what I’d do,” I tease. “With the right motivation…”
She brushes her hair away from her flushed cheeks. “If you really want to help…”
“I want,” I say, leaving no mystery about what it is I really want from her.
“Come on then.” She heads toward my dome, and I can’t help but stare at her ass. Jules makes a happy, squealing sound as I follow Charlie. Inside the dome, she goes up the ladder and comes back down with dry clothes. I surf through my bag to pull out jeans and a clean shirt as she darts to the small washroom to change.
I slip into dry clothes, and she comes out, looking warm, sexy, so inviting, I nearly bite off my tongue. “The steaks are in my dome,” she says. “You don’t have to help if you don’t want to.”
“I want to. I’ll get the barbecue lit.” I pull a bottle of wine from the counter. “You can sit, drink wine, and order me around.”
“But—”
“It’s what I want.”
She eyes me. “You want to do all the cooking, while I drink wine? How does that make sense? This is your vacation.” She pokes my chest, and I bring her finger to my mouth to lick it. When she casts me a questioning glance, I lie and say, “Mustard.”
She pulls her finger back and I open the wine and pour a generous amount into a glass. I fill another for Jules, and grab two beers, for Rider and me.
“That’s a lot of alcohol. You’re not trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me later, are you?”
I step closer, my body crowding hers, and hand her glass over. A little sound flutters from her lips, a telltale sign she might want that. “No, Charlie. When I take advantage of you later, I want you wide awake and fully aware.”
As pink flushes her cheeks, she takes a big sip of wine, and I reach out and brush the corner of her mouth where a droplet lingers. I slide my finger into my mouth for a taste, and when I moan, she gulps.
“I…I should get the…uh…the beef, I mean the meat. Steak. Yeah, I should get the steaks.”
I grin, as she stumbles over her words, clearly as aroused as I am. “Is that what you want?” I ask.
“It’s not about what I want, Wes. It’s about what my guests want.”
“This guest wants you, on that bed, your legs spread wide open so I can do dirty things to your body.”
“Oh, God.”
“But the guest experience is important to you and I know you want to make it nice for Jules and Rider, and I appreciate and respect that, so how about this. We cook up a meal, and have that bonfire you planned, then later, I want you in my bed, where it’s going to be all about the thingsyouwant. Dirty things. That’s what this customer wants.”
Sexual tension surrounds us, takes up space between our bodies as her mouth opens and closes. I step to the side to allow her to pass. As she walks on shaky legs, I lean into her and murmur, “You can think about that for the rest of the evening, and when we’re back here, when I have you naked and on the bottom—yeah, tonight I want the top—I want you to tell me everything you want.”
Wine in hand, she disappears out the door and I grin. I honestly can’t remember the last time I wanted anyone so badly. I snatch up the beer and wine and walk to the hot tub.
“Oh, you are too sweet,” Jules says as she graciously accepts the glass. I click bottles with Rider and we both take a mouthful.