Authors: Brittanee Farrow
ROMANCE: Party of Three: A Lustful Collection of Menage Romance (Menage Romance, Bisexual Romance, Stepbrother Romance) (7 page)
I speak into my phone, asking for a hair dryer, and the translation seems to work. The thin, blonde girl disappears, coming back with what looks like a futuristic hair dryer. I thank her and pay, walking back to my small flat.
It’s strange, how much an apartment can cost here, but I wanted a view of the water. My Swedish is still rough, but I like the distraction of starting over. I’ve regressed to learning a new language and culture; it feels like a rebirth. No one here knows about my sex life or dead lover. In this crowded city, I am a blank slate, ready to reinvent myself. So far that consists of cutting my long hair into a short, angular bob.
Miss Norris is the only person with my information, and she emails regularly with pictures of the ranch. Slowly she is updating things, starting with the kitchen. A picture of her leaning over a new quartz countertop is at the top of my list. I thought it would be hard, seeing these pictures, but with every change, my past fades deeper into the dark. That’s not my home anymore.
By Brittanee Farrow
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Working at a nine to five desk job could get really repetitive and mind numbing after a while. But to me, those long, tedious weeks of work had been worth it. All throughout the year I had worked diligently and without a single sick day the entire time. And in that time I managed to save up three weeks of paid leave, which I had every intention of spending wisely. This meant somewhere very far away from anyone I knew.
Of course my first thought was to go somewhere abroad, have an international affair or something similar. But then I remembered that a nine to five desk job came with a nine to five desk job salary, and lowered my standards a bit.
Instead of Paris or London, I went to Google maps and looked at all the small towns that were at least 2 hours or more away from my own small apartment. When I found the perfect one – a town of about 2,500 people in total and 3 hours away – I’d investigated and made arrangements to rent a little cottage that was close to a less popular lake. I could have easily booked a room at one of the B&B’s, but the object of my vacation was to
get away
from people, and a secluded cottage about 20 minutes drive away from anything in the town was just perfect for that.
I’d been out of my house within a half-hour of waking up that morning – well, that afternoon – and I would soon be coming up to the town. I’d gotten lost a few times now, taken wrong back roads and exits, but I couldn’t care less at the moment. The sun was shining, the wind was rushing through my brown locks and the music was turned way up, and my windows way down. I was shouting out the lyrics to my favourite songs, much to the amusement of the people I drove past every now and then.
My music had been so loud; in fact, that I hadn’t heard the little beeping noise my car had been making for the last two hours to let me know I was almost out of gas. I was only aware that my car would no longer go any further when the engine spluttered a few times and then stopped completely. The car itself kept going on pure momentum before it died.
The sun was still shining at least.
I groaned and threw my head back against the headrest, arms falling limp at my sides. I put the car in park and put on the handbrake before getting out to survey the damage. Not that I knew all that much about cars, but I figured as long as nothing was on fire or smoking then I wouldn’t have to cut my vacation short.
I popped open the hood, stared at my engine for a moment before hitting myself in the head with the palm of my hand. It was
hopeless
. I had no gas in my car, and there wasn’t another gas station for miles. I didn’t even
want
to look at my phone. I knew the signal out there was bad because I’d had to depend on my CDs for music without static in it for a good hour now.
I perked up when I heard the distant sound of a car, and looked around for the source, smiling when I saw truck heading down from the direction I planned on going. I waved my arms – some might say a little desperately – to get the truck’s attention and breathed a sigh of relief when it visibly slowed down.
It was clear the truck had seen more than its fair use; faded green paint, engine making that ominous ‘I’m two seconds away from breaking down’ sound that you always heard in movies. I couldn’t see the driver just yet – as I said, the sun was shining, or glaring angrily if you prefer – but smiled brightly at whoever was driving all the same when they came to a stop next to my car.
“Hey there,” came the gravelly voice from inside the truck. I blinked once, holding a hand up to shield my eyes from the sun as I tried to get a better look at my male saviour.
“Hi – um, help?” I offered lamely. He chuckled – and wasn’t
that
just the loveliest sound I’d heard all day – and got out, smiling at me as he looked between my car and me.
“I’m Sam,” he said and held out his hand. I tried not to seem
too
eager when I took his hand and shook it. Such a large calloused hand, too. He was just
large
in general.
Sam was tall – and it wasn’t just me being a little shorter than average, he was quite tall – and absolutely gorgeous. I didn’t tend to go for blondes, but he was the kind of dirty blond that wasn’t reflecting the sun into my eyes and blinding me. His big blue eyes weren’t exactly an eyesore either. He was dressed for summer that much was clear; faded jeans, a white v-neck and an undone Western-style button shirt over it. His muscles weren’t exactly bursting at the seams, but his shirt was just tight enough for me to get a good view of those abs. There was a sheen of sweat over his brow – I guessed no air conditioning in the old truck – and he let go of my hand to take a closer look at my engine.
“What seems to be the problem?”
I blushed at that a little.
“Complacency.” He said nothing, seemingly waiting for me to continue, “I didn’t hear my car telling me I was low on gas. So it, you know, ran out. So…yeah.”
He snickered, but was nice enough to smother it before outright laughing at me. You had to admire a man like that.
“Well, that’s easily remedied. But the closest fuel station is in town, and the towing service isn’t open today. If you’re not too worried about stranger danger I can give you a lift to town. They have a real nice B&B you can stay at until the tow-man gets your car in town.”
“Oh, no that’s okay,” he seemed surprised at that. I took a moment to rephrase it, “No, I mean I’ve already got a cottage in town that I’m renting. I’m on vacation so I’m renting – which I just I said. Um – I’d love a lift into town if
you’re
not worried about stranger danger?”
Sam chuckled at that. His answer came in the form of him closing the hood of my car, walking to his truck and opening the passenger side door for me. I grinned. I was quick to grab all of my stuff, wind
up
the windows and lock the car before scrambling into his truck.
“I’m Laura, by the way.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Laura.”
Oh
yeah
. I definitely wanted to hear him say that again, except a little more breathy maybe. And half naked. Heck, who am I kidding? I wanted to see him
all
naked. And sweaty, maybe. I wanted to eat him up. By the way his eyes kept drifting to me as he drove, he might know it too. I hoped he didn’t think I was
too
forward. Not that he could. I hadn’t said anything explicit…yet.
“So, Sam. Do you often rescue damsels in distress on the side of the road?”
“You’d be my first damsel,” he started. He did that thing with his eyes where I knew he was imagining me naked. Or I hoped he was. “But I think it’s something I could get into.”
I could offer at least two things he could get into. Repeatedly, for the duration of my vacation. But I wasn’t going to say that out loud. I had
some
class. If things really got out of hand I’d just blame it on work for making me crazy. That was a legitimate reason, wasn’t it? Or it could be the lack of air-conditioning in this truck. Either way.
We got into town fairly quickly after that, having easy conversation the whole time. I found out that
he
was actually the mechanic for the town, and he’d been driving out to fetch some parts he’d ordered for a car he was fixing. I apologised profusely for making him drive out of his way, but he wouldn’t hear it. He said if I
really
felt bad about it I could always just tip him
real good
when he brought in my car the next day.
Well, I wasn’t about to
object
to that now was I?
I gave him directions – or Google did – to where my cottage was. He was rather impressed that I’d picked a place so un-touristy.
“I’ve been surrounded by people for an entire year. The next three weeks are going to be completely peaceful and calm, so I figured some place less popular.”
“And during the off-season too,” Sam remarked. He’d even helped me bring my bags inside the cottage. I ogled; I couldn’t help myself. “You know there’s a lake not far from here. Practically no one goes there though. There’s a bigger one on the other side of town people prefer. Water’s a bit warmer.”
“Yeah I did see that. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to go there or not. Too bad I didn’t bring my swimming gear.”
His eyes trailed up and down my body once more before smirking. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time someone went skinny-dipping there.”
What I would give to see Sam skinny-dipping. I had no doubt the man would look like a god walking out of that water, drops trailing down his body greedily, caressing him the way I wanted to.
“I guess I
have
to check it out now, don’t I?” I replied, instead of telling him I wanted to lick his abs.
“When in Rome,” was all he offered as he passed his business card. “In case complacency strikes again.” He winked at me and then went on his way.
I explored the cottage after he left, but that didn’t last long. It was pretty small after all. There was a kitchenette, a bathroom with a toilet and a shower, a little lounge with a fireplace and bedroom with a queen-sized bed inside.
I dove for the bed, groaning at the soft mattress. My whole body seemed to sigh in relief. Well, almost my whole body. There was still one part of my body that was very much in the mood to imagine Sam naked some more. I rolled over onto my back, sighed once and thought ‘fuck it’. It was my vacation. And what better way to start a vacation then getting off on thoughts of the totally hot mechanic who was going to be coming over the next day with my car?
The denim shorts I was wearing were the first to go, but I didn’t touch myself just yet. I just closed my eyes, and thought of Sam at the lake, dripping wet and walking towards me. His cock wouldn’t be
huge
, but it would be big enough that I’d feel the stretch of it. He’d have that smirk on his face, I just knew it, and his hands – his large hands – would encircle my waist. He’d be cold from the water, it’d send shivers all throughout my body. He’d pull me closer to him until his cock was digging into my stomach.
He’d lift me up easily – I wasn’t exactly light, but he looked strong enough,
more
than strong enough – and I’d wrap my legs around his waist.
I finally ran a finger down the centre of my cotton panties, teasing myself. I could imagine how he’d feel against me, big hands gripping my ass as he pushes me against a tree or a big rock or something. He’d grind that hot hard cock against me, and I’d whimper a little like how I was whimpering now, rubbing roughly against my clit.
“
Sam
.”
Maybe he’d trail kisses a long my neck and down my chest, take a nipple into his mouth, use a little bit of teeth until I was begging for it. I couldn’t keep teasing myself so I shoved a hand under my panties and pinched a nipple lightly as I imagined it was him doing it.
I pushed two fingers inside myself without preamble. I’d been wet for the man since I got into his truck. Arousal had been thrumming under my skin and was coming to a head as moved my fingers inside of myself.
I shouted out his name as I came to the thought of his cock pushing up inside of me until I stretched to fit him.