OvercomingtheNeed (9 page)

One of the guys called, “We could change that.”

Arisa said over the shouts of agreement, “No, we cannot. I
came here to relax, not work. You want to cover Naomie in buttercream then do
it on your own time or apply for a job at my bakery and hope she shows up for
another photo session.”

Javier, one of Luke’s workers, said, “Or you could apply to
work with Luke. Naomie has already promised to do some layouts for the new
Asian-infusion line.”

Naomie said, “That I have. Just have to get with Luke about
scheduling. This time around I get to eat some of the food too, damn it. I was
starving by the time Arisa and her crew finished with me.” She shot Javier a
look that said she wasn’t joking.

He held up his hands and backed up a step. “Whoa. Whoa.
Don’t look at me. You have to take that up with the boss. I’m just the hired
help.”

“Luke isn’t going to be one of the ones eating me. You will.
I’m holding you personally responsible for making sure I get fed. If I don’t,
you
will be the one explaining why to Dane.
Capisce?
”

“Yes ma’am.” Javier’s grin wavered a little, as if he were
trying for serious and failing.

Fred said, “That’s not an idle threat either. We played with
Naomie without feeding her once and Dane was not happy. A not-happy Dane is a scary
Dane. Gave me chills. Makes me glad he doesn’t hit women.”

Naomie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Yeah, Dane had
been pissed that she came home starving, irritable from lack of nourishment and
in no mood for sex of any kind until she got fed, but he’d vented his spleen by
giving Arisa and the others a piece of his mind over the phone. The storm blew
over, Naomi got to eat, Dane got sex and the Tuesday get-togethers got food
courtesy of Arisa from that day forward. No casualties to report, though the
women had developed a new respect for Dane and his temper.

He was a slow burn but he exploded when someone got him hot
enough. The food incident had been a six on the ten-point bad-mood scale. The
denial of sex had ratcheted it up a few more points. Hardly worth mentioning
now except Fred was trying to make Javier sweat. Succeeding too.

Javier swallowed his grin, replacing it with a worried
expression, and nodded quickly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Fred said, “You do that.” She faced Naomie and licked her
lips, rolling the ball of her tongue ring over her teeth. “Now then.”

Before Fred could pounce on her, Naomie held up her hand and
backed up a step. “No you don’t.”

“Playing hard to get, baby doll?”

“Playing with someone else for a change.” Naomie gestured to
the crowd. “Them, for instance.”

Arisa said, “She has a point, honey. You see her every
Tuesday. Let someone else have a chance.”

Fred acted as if she might argue but heaved a sigh while
rolling her eyes. “Fine. I’ll back off so long as you promise to wear that
swimsuit next Tuesday.”

Naomie laughed. “I can do that.”

“Minus the plug.”

“Ask Dane.”

Fred cursed under her breath.

Arisa shook her head. “Would you come on? I saw a nice
blonde you can play with.” She grabbed Fred’s hand and started away.

Naomie said, “Don’t be too rough on her.”

Fred waved over her shoulder. Whether that was a simple
acknowledgment or an agreement, Naomie couldn’t tell. She hoped the blonde had
come to this party knowing sex would ensue or else she was about to get a fun surprise.

A sharp whistle with a wavering intonation that sounded
familiar drew Naomie’s attention to a man sitting on one of the lounge chairs
farthest from the house. She smiled wide. “Logan?”

“Hiya.” Logan sat straddling the chair with his arms open
wide. “Haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Oh my God.” Naomie trotted over to him. She leaned down for
a tight but awkward hug. “Logan, it has been forever and a day. How have you
been?
Where
have you been?”

“Take a load off.” He patted the spot in front of him.

Naomie sat sideways between his legs with her hands resting
on his bare chest. Logan was an old college buddy who Naomie had met through
Dane and Luke. They’d attended a lot of the same parties, which meant Logan was
intimately acquainted with Naomie, but the closeness had been regulated to
random exchanges over social networks. She hadn’t seen him since graduation
night.

The years had sprinkled some gray through his dark-brown
hair and he’d grown a goatee. Beyond those changes, his body looked and felt
the same—slim and soft. He’d probably maintained his college habits. Naomie
remembered he hadn’t been a fan of working out, but his on-the-go lifestyle
back then hadn’t left him time to gain weight. That must not have changed.

His blue eyes sparkled as he smiled at her. “I wrangled some
vacation time and managed to end up in town in time for Luke and Damon’s party.
Funny how I travel all over the world at the drop of a hat with a minimum of
fuss but I try to plan one leisure trip and it all goes to crap. But you don’t
want to hear about that. I’m here. That’s all that counts. I see you haven’t
changed. Still showing off that hot body and gathering a mass of horny fans.”

“What can I say? The bad habits are the hardest to break.”
She shrugged. “If I were trying to break them. Enough about me. What about you?
You didn’t tell me you were in town. I would have noticed that on your wall if
you had posted it.”

“You didn’t notice because I didn’t post it. I wanted to be
a surprise. I told Dane and Luke to zip it.” He held out his arms again.
“Surprise.”

“You’re a wonderful surprise. I didn’t think this evening,
hell this day, could get any more perfect.”

Logan rested one hand on her side. “I know a way it can.”

“Oh?” She inched closer to him. “Tell me about it.”

“Sit back and I’ll do just that.”

Naomie turned and lifted her feet onto the chair while
leaning back against Logan’s chest. He reclined with his hands resting on her
stomach and his erection pressing against her lower back. She tilted her head
back and smiled up at him. “Happy to see me?”

“Always. You know that. So what’s this I overhear about your
suit going see-through when wet?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. Want to give it a try?” She
skimmed her hand between her legs. She was sure that part of her suit had long
since gone transparent as advertised. Being close to Logan with the promise of
pleasure on the horizon meant her swimsuit would stay like that for a while.

“I do indeed but not with water. As you might know, these
transparent-when-wet swimsuits sometimes dry too fast after you get out of the
water. The show’s over before it’s barely begun. Oil, which is wet, doesn’t dry
and so the suit will retain its see-through quality longer.”

“That’s ideal.”

Logan reached to the table beside him and picked up a bottle.
“I just so happen to have some body oil someone left lying around.”

“Just so happen, huh?”

“Yup. It’s not like I went and bought it after Dane gave me
a heads-up about your suit when I called to touch base earlier. Complete
coincidence.”

“Uh huh.” Naomie rubbed her hands up and down the tops of
his thighs while slowly snaking her torso. “Funny how coincidences like that
happen.”

“I know, right? I’m happy it did though. You, me, oil and
this swimsuit—sounds like the recipe for making this day perfect. What do you
think?”

“I think you might be right. I won’t know until we test your
hypothesis.”

“Fair enough.” Logan flipped the bottle top open with the
edge of his thumb and then poured a stream of oil between Naomie’s breasts.

The suit soaked up the oil, turning transparent as it did.
Logan aimed the oil for her right nipple and then her left. Both were partially
visible already but the oil put them on full display.

“Very nice.” Logan smoothed his free hand over her breasts,
spreading the oil. “I see you’re still wearing your engagement ring.”

“Like Dane would let me take it off.”

“True enough. I’m surprised you didn’t get a matching one
for the right nipple. Balance and all that. Or maybe…” He trailed off as he
guided the stream of oil down between her legs. “A clit ring, perhaps?”

“I thought about it.” Naomie parted her thighs. Logan
couldn’t see the effect of the oil but the people in the pool had a great view.
She rubbed her hand over her slit as they watched her. “The amount of sexual
caution needed during the aftercare period made it a no-go. I might have been
game but Dane made it seem like he would abstain, and make me abstain, until I
was completely healed with no possible chance of an infection.”

“You abstaining?”

“Exactly. I did that once. Dane and I both did for the month
leading up to our wedding. Something to make the wedding night hot. Nothing
together, obviously, and nothing alone. Not even a quick flick to take the edge
off. I vowed never again. I was almost ready to tear my hair out.”

After pouring some oil on his left hand, Logan capped the
bottle and put it aside. He rubbed his hands together. Trails of oil dripped
through his fingers onto the already saturated swimsuit. “You didn’t look hard
up to me. I remember your walk down the aisle. You were smiling so big I
thought you had a vibrator shoved up your pussy.”

Naomie started to tell him what had put that smile on her
face but Logan sat up, pushing her forward. She glanced back at him in
question. The answer came in the form of him easing his hands into the open
back of her swimsuit and around her sides so he could cup her breasts without
the swimsuit in his way.

She arched into his touch with a soft sigh of contentment.
His fingers slipped and slid over her skin as he kneaded her breasts in a sensual
massage. She opened her legs wider, an invitation to anyone who wanted to
partake.

Logan guided her back so she lay against him again. He
dropped kisses on her neck and shoulders and nibbled at her right ear. His
heavy, hot breath tickled her but Naomie resisted the urge to pull away. She
was rewarded with a few quick nipple pinches for enduring.

Scooting to the side and tilting her head back, Naomie put
herself in the perfect position to receive Logan’s kiss. He licked his lips
before delving his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. She yipped and
wiggled her hips when a finger that didn’t belong to Logan poked her clit.

The owner of that finger repeated the motion one more time
before making tiny circles. Naomie moaned deep in her throat. She wanted the
touch to be direct but the swimsuit added a level of titillation to the contact
she couldn’t deny.

Logan said, “You’ve got an admirer.”

She swiveled her gaze to Maki, who knelt between Naomie’s
legs and owned the finger teasing her clit. Maki had her free hand down the
front of her bikini bottoms. A man Naomie didn’t recognize stood behind Maki,
availing himself of her breasts the way Logan did Naomie’s. The man had opted
for untying Maki’s top and letting it flop below her small, pert breasts.

If it hadn’t meant breaking contact with Logan, Naomie might
have leaned forward so she could suck Maki’s nipples to find out if they tasted
as good as they appeared. The tan buds were begging for some oral attention.
Someone other than Naomie would have to oblige them.

She glanced around and noticed similar scenarios happening
in and around the pool. People had paired up or squeezed into small groping
groups. She was happy for that. For a while there, she’d thought she might end
up being the center of attention. It was a status she loved but usually with a
smaller number of people. She was happy to play with Maki and Logan and
possibly Maki’s friend, whoever he was.

Logan focused her attention back on him by freeing his right
hand and edging the crotch of Naomie’s swimsuit to the side. He displaced Maki,
taking over her spot and rubbing Naomie’s clit in a quick strumming motion.

Naomie cried out her delight—a cry that turned into a
purring moan when Maki slipped a single finger into Naomie’s channel. Maki seemed
to be testing again, probably making sure Naomie was okay with being touched.
Naomie rocked her hips as a way of giving permission.

With a smile, Maki added a second finger as she shuffled
closer. She made a rapid beckoning motion that hit Naomie in just the right
spot for the sensation to reverberate with Logan’s ministrations. From the way
Maki’s other hand moved inside her bikini bottoms, she mimicked what she did to
Naomie on herself.

The man behind Maki bent and put one hand inside her bottoms
as well. Whether he stroked Maki’s clit or added a finger to the ones already
inside her, Naomie couldn’t tell, but Maki’s throaty rumble of pleasure said
she liked it.

Logan said in an amused tone, “Typical Naomie. When you’re
around, sex happens.”

“That’s why you like me.” Naomie reached back, curved her
hands around Logan’s shoulders and pulled him down for another kiss.

He darted his tongue around hers while he and Maki worked
together to coax free Naomie’s orgasm. It wouldn’t take much more. She was
still sensitive from the not-so-quickie Dane had insisted on prior to the
party.

Maki’s escalating sounds of excitement set Naomie off. It
was auditory stimulation at its finest and Naomie got off on it. She clutched
at Logan while whimpering against his mouth, as her release made her jut her
pussy against Maki’s fingers. Logan caressed her clit faster, holding Naomie in
the sensation and making her push up so she could get closer and have more.

“Yes! Yes!” Maki’s voice was high and reedy. She came bent
over Naomie with her face pressed to Naomie’s belly. She removed her fingers
from Naomie’s channel so she could claw at the lounge chair.

Logan ended the kiss with a lick to Naomie’s nose and a
grin. He rested his fingers against her slit. “Good as I remember.”