A Mess of Reason (25 page)

After turning it on, I slide it between her
legs. Our hands meet at her sex, holding it onto her together. Then
she lets it go and I hold it to her clit while I fuck her with my
crushing ache.

“Scout, oh yeah. It’s too…good. I’m going to
come…too quickly. Oh…”

Her answer to every deep, penetrating stroke
comes to me in a small, broken strings of words and seductive moans
that have me riding my edge. Her enthusiasm and desire are
seemingly without brakes. Then, as fast as she says the words,
she’s crushed by the need of her orgasm. As she’s giving into hers,
mine begins like a tidal wave, consuming all of me in its
possessive intensity.

“Tess, Tess…my sweet baby.” We lie,
spooning, all senses sated. I feel her fall asleep in my arms as
her breathing slows and her limbs become liquid. This girl of mine,
she’s got magic in her. She’s beautifully fragile with a backbone
of braided steel. She’s humble, and yet she’s bold as an avalanche.
She’s fire, diamond dust, early morning dew. Pure oxygen. And just
when I think I catch her, I lose my breath because she takes every
last bit of it away.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

TESS

“I made you a little cocktail,” Scout says.
“Come out by the pool after you shower, Oh, and for the record, you
might have to take another shower later with me—a little shower
fuck sounds nice.”

“Because you haven’t had your fill today?” I
take a sip as I splash him.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m giving you pity sex,
remember? This was supposed to be your honeymoon. I’m planning on
fucking the blues straight out of you.”

“I think I got over my blues on the plane.
The only one getting pity sex is you. Pity I made you wait…pity you
aren’t in the shower with me…pity we need to sleep at all.”

“Well then, there’s no pity about all the
sex I’m getting. The only pity now is that you may not be able to
walk tomorrow, because you know I get very horny in the evening
hours—and it’s just about sex-o-clock.”

“Oh yeah, you’re a regular sloth in the
daytime.”

He stands at the shower door watching me
soap myself and, by the look on his face, he’s loving every second
of the show I’m giving him.

“You like watching me touch myself, don’t
you?”

“You’re a nice playground for my eyes…I
could watch you all day.”

“Mmm, good. I’m glad you found me in here,
then.”

“I’m glad you found me at all. When you
decided to leave us behind, I felt my soul bleed out. I wondered if
you’d get caught up in the river of it and find your way back to
me. And here you are… So yeah, I like watching you now that you’re
all mine. You don’t seem to mind being watched.” His eyes wander
from my face to my feet, stopping at all my most intimate parts for
a slow, lingering gaze, each sweep of his eyes holding an
impassioned look of reverie that melts me.

“Somehow you knew we’d be together like
this, didn’t you Scout? That kind of trust in fate is something I
haven’t learned how to harness.”

“I knew time would discover us, our story.
Time always unearths the truth, baby.” His devoted words anchor me;
the look on his face is one of pure knowing and satisfaction.

“Always writing another song, my Scout. Now
that I know I haven’t scared you off, I like that you want to look
at me as much as you do. You’ve seen an eyeful today. I’m kind of
ready for clothes.”

“You wouldn’t dare. That’s against the house
rules.” He grabs my arm, pulling me into his body. He smells of
tequila, sweat, mint, and the tiniest bit of ocean. And even though
I’ve gotten laid everywhere from the pool to the pool table today,
I swear if he stepped in here with me and unleashed the hound, I’d
do it again. Instantly.

“Oh, what are you going to do?”

His thick stubble of whiskers tickles my
neck. I’m doing all I can to squirm out of his arms, but he’s got
me in a tight hold, and hell if I could get out of his chiseled
arms.

“Try me,” he says as he sinks a deep,
liquor-laced kiss into my mouth, making me more than weak in the
knees.

“Oh for God’s sake. Get out of here now so I
can shave and finish up. I’ll be out in a bit.”

“Better be naked.” He winks and lifts his
nearly empty glass to me. Naked…all night? I’m starting to feel
like a wild jungle girl. I think Mission Desensitize is coming
along just fine.

“Such a bully,” I shout as he walks out the
door.

*

“You’re kidding, right?” He shoots me a
mischievous look with a small waggle in his eyebrows. I couldn’t
bear to continue walking around nude. What’s a little sundress with
some cute panties and a lacy bra gonna hurt anyway? My honeymoon
was going to be Paris, then the south of France. I’m equipped for
every fashion moment, but nude 24/7 is getting a little boring, to
say the least.

“I think you’ll want me more if you see a
little less skin.” I do a spin on my toes, landing in his lap and
plunking a wet kiss into that sweet spot part of his neck that
makes me re-think my stance.

“Because you think I’m not wanting you
enough?” Oh, those telling eyes.

“Because I’m tired of walking around naked.
Wouldn’t you rather peel my clothes off?” His hands are snaking up
the back of my dress, tracing my spine. I already know the promise
of that touch and what this night will hold. The thrilling newness
of us having sex is something I pray lingers for eons.

“No. I like you nude. I think peeling
clothes off is more of a girl’s fantasy than a guy’s. I have my own
fantasies, sweetheart.”

“Fine. I’m allowed a little fantasy too,
then.”

“And a little punishment for being such a
naughty girl,” he says as he fists my hair into a ponytail, then
drags my head back, molesting my neck with his mouth.

“Oh…oh, that’s nice. But please, you act so
tough. I’ve always liked the bad boy side of you…always wondered if
it went into the bedroom.”

“Says the innocent, wide-eyed
rule-breaker.”

“Oh, are you going to punish me?”

“No, you’re going to punish yourself; I’m
just going to enjoy the show.”

“Mmm, well, if you put it like that. I’m
curious, to say the least.”

“Thought so. You’re a gamer. I made you a
fresh drink, so sit tight…I had a delivery come this afternoon
while you were napping. I’m going to grab it.”

Scout comes back, a black sack embellished
with thin gold rope over his shoulder. My sneaky elf…though his
smile is all naughty devil.

“A delivery, huh? Do tell what you’re
packing, playboy.”

“You’ll find out soon enough. Why don’t you
get comfortable on the lounge over there. I think it’s the perfect
spot for you and the best view in the house—for me.” He motions
toward the king-sized lounge we’d made love on earlier today.

“For me to what, exactly?” I ask as I plant
myself on the lounge, sitting cross-legged, while watching a
devilish smile make its way onto his lightly tanned, handsome
face.

“For you to show me what a good girl you
are, and what a good listener you can be.” Oh, yes, he did. Game
on. I have no idea what he has up his sleeve or in that bag, but
I’m already turned on.

“Wow, we’ve really elevated things from
drink or dare. So much mystery… This ought to be fun.” I pull my
skirt up my thighs a bit while playing my flirty come-hither voice
at him.

“Oh, it’s going to be. And look at you, all
ready for game time.” He sits at the end of the chaise with the
mysterious sack on the ground at his side. He’s barefoot, wearing a
white linen shirt opened halfway down his chest and blue jeans.
Leaning back in his chair, legs wide open, nursing his drink, all
the while giving me the once-over. He had me at “naughty girl.”

“Okay, so, what?” I take a deep swig of my
very delicious margarita, which seems mostly tequila with a hearty
splash of lime for scent.

“I want you to get off for me, but…I have a
few caveats.” He leans forward and grabs my right foot, then starts
to massage small circles into my arch.

“Masturbate for you? With caveats, no less?
Nice.”

“You seem surprised. Tell me, Tess, that
you’ve gotten off in front of your countless lovers before.” He
grabs my left foot, then pulls me toward him, causing my skirt to
slide to the very tops of my thighs.

“Don’t be so surprised. I haven’t, not that
I can’t. I’ve just never been asked—nor have I offered—and…I mean…I
feel sort of exposed out here.”

“You still have all your clothes on,
sweetheart—I would hardly say you’re exposed. Would you rather we
go into the bedroom? If you recall, we did fuck out here multiple
times today; you didn’t seem very concerned then about exposure.”
His hands are on my ass, and the idea of getting off in front of
him, while slightly intimidating, is also sounding like more of a
turn-on by the second. He’s already seen my fear factor.

“Very funny. Scout. You were involved, now
you’re watching: it’s different. Tell me what the caveats are.”

“First, only good girls get to come…and not
until I let you. Second, I have toys for you—which I get to choose.
And if you’re really good, I might even help here and there.”

“Smooth operator. Well, at least you’re
clear—if not a little controlling. I like this. What if I come
without your nod, master?”

“Then you won’t get what you want.”

“Which is…?”

“What you’ve been jonesing for all day,
beautiful.” He glides his masculine hands up my legs. You could
fall in love with Scout Steele for his beautiful hands alone.

“Oh, really? You’re going to hold anal over
my head? I’m pretty sure you’ve been wanting it all day as
well…you’ve been torturing me with the thought of it.”

“Believe me, I want it. I really, really
want it. But I want this my way, first.”

“And I thought I knew you so well. My
goodness. Does every girl you go out with obey your commands…then
get punished by way of withholding if not?”

“I don’t have any other girls. You’re it.
I’ve been waiting an awfully long time for this. Are you going to
keep me waiting?” He leans back in his chair, stretching his long
legs onto the lounge where I’m sitting. There’s a glint of
satisfaction in his eyes as he watches me scoot back. I’m unsure of
where exactly to begin, but hey, if this is what he wants—this man
who never left me even when I was willing to unfairly leave him
starving—I can do this for him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

SCOUT

“I missed you when you weren’t going to be
mine,” I say. “I couldn’t look at you and not see us.” There are
beautiful moments and visual captures in life, things that stir
you…transform you…bait you. Watching Tess like this—losing herself
in front of me, for my pleasure—this is one of those moments. Her
mix is magic: she’s vulnerable and confident, flirty and
enticing…and right now, smoldering as fuck.

“I missed you too. The idea that I would
never…get your kisses again…or anything else… I want all of you
and…you know, I could live in that smile of yours.” She says it in
a throaty whisper, words barely strung together as her hands roam
the outside of her dress. Slowly she pulls the bottom edge of it up
to her navel. Her eyes sweep from me to her hands, which are
sliding into her panties, causing me some serious hunger and
ache.

“Is this what you want to see…me doing?
This…all for you?” she says as she lifts her hips the tiniest bit
while slowly tugging the lacy edges of her panties down—just
barely.

“So gorgeous. Yeah, it’s what I want…you
doing this for me.”

She licks her fingers, then takes them down
to her pussy, and Lord, I may just come watching her. Then she
takes a sip of her margarita, and after setting it down she pulls
her dress off. Under it she wears a sexy, pink lace bra. The
tiniest thing you’ve ever seen, but it’s all Tess. She drops the
straps of it, all the while looking straight into my soul, then
spits an ice cube from her mouth into her fingertips. And yes, she
takes it to her nipples. Ahh, the fine art of flirting with your
lover. She arches into it, while stroking and pinching herself. She
moans, and I follow with a groan.

“Ohh Scout. I’d love the heat of your lips
on my nipples. They’re so cold…so hard…”

I shake my head
no
as I watch them
respond to the freeze of the ice into taut, bright pink, nipples.
If I so much as move toward her, I’ll be flipping her onto her
belly, fulfilling her wish and mine. This is too good to hurry. The
melting ice cube slides down her belly, straight into her hand that
waits just at her already wet opening.

“Panties all the way off, Tess.”

“Such a pushy voyeur,” she says as she
wiggles out of her panties, then tosses them onto my lap. She opens
her legs for me. She’s incredible. The view is amazing, sexy,
erotic, and the ice cube…well, let’s just say it melts away rather
quickly as she skates it through her delicate, rosy folds, all the
while squealing sensually from the cold sensation. But the small
bit that’s left—the bit that’s just performed oral on her most
intimate parts—she tosses it to me, and I promptly pop it into my
mouth. She’s as delicious cold as she is hot.

“Wish I had your tongue inside of me,
warming me up,” she says as she sinks into her wetness with her
fingers. She rubs her clit with one hand as she pinches her nipples
with the other. She’s lost in it. I mean
lost
as in coming
apart at the seams quickly. I knew this would be good, but I don’t
think I was prepared for how good…or how into it she would get. She
scoots further down on the lounge and the view I have might trump
that of the Grand Canyon. It’s wide and deep, the south rim
spectacular, the vista points breathtaking…and the best part is,
there’s no crowd and I don’t need binoculars.

And now it’s time for some teasing.