The Lake of Love (Adult Novel 18+) (16 page)

‘It was, Frank. It was so special. I will never forget this.’ She
replied.

‘It was so special?’ I raised a curious eyebrow.

‘Yes. It was.’ She repeated.

‘You are talking like I have finished.’ I flashed Rebecca my cheeky
smile.

‘What?’ It was the only word she could manage to say before her mouth
dropped open. My tongue had returned to its rightful place between her thighs.

It was going to be a long night.

* * *

It was almost seven in the morning by the time the fun and games had come
to an end. I could see the early morning glow of the sun pushing back the
darkness of the night through a slit in the living room curtains. Rebecca lay
in my arms upon the couch. I didn’t know how long we had until the others got
up, but right now she was far too exhausted from the night’s activities to go
anywhere.

‘What happens now?’ she asked into the silent room.

I stroked a little pirouette along her forearm. ‘What do you want to
happen?’

‘I want to be happy.’ Rebecca was quick to reply.

‘I want to be happy too.’ I kissed her gently on the back of the neck. ‘You
make me happy.’ I admitted. ‘You are the only woman that has ever made me feel
this way.’

‘I don’t want to go back to my husband.’ She hesitated for a moment. ‘Frank,
you are the man I want to be with.’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Two
days ago I had hit rock bottom. My wife was leaving me. I was going to lose
fifty percent of everything I had worked so hard in my life to get. I had
nothing good going on for me and it didn’t look like that was going to change
anytime soon; but now here I am with a woman I had admired from afar for all
these years and she likes me.

‘I want you too, Rebecca. I want you to be happy. I want to make you
happy.’

‘Tell me you love me,’ muttered Rebecca.

‘I love you.’ I admitted. It felt good to say it. ‘I love you, Rebecca.’

Rebecca giggled. She turned on the couch to face me. A heart warming
smile had split her soft red lips. ‘I love you too.’ We kissed. It was a sweet
gentle kiss that carried the full weight of her emotions and feelings for me.
She did love me. My smile was so wide that it threatened to consume my entire
face. ‘But,’ she slipped her hands down the front of my boxer shorts. I could
feel her fingertips attempting to coax my cock into full hardness. ‘We don’t
have long till the others wake up.’

‘You are a bad girl.’ We kissed again.

‘I am your bad girl.’ Butterflies fluttered within the depths of my
stomach at the feel of her tongue rolling within my mouth. ‘And bad girls need
to be punished,’ a certain sparkle lit up the windows of her soul, as that
final word slipped from her mouth. I don’t know how it happened or why my luck
had changed, but for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime I felt
genuinely happy and real excitement. It felt good to be alive. And it was all
because of the woman in front of me. It was all because of Rebecca.

Part Four: The Party by the Lake

Chapter Seventeen: Nathan’s Point Of View

I looked down at my wristwatch and frowned. It was ten minutes past
seven. Only two minutes had managed to go by since the last time I looked at my
watch. Nervously I tapped my fingers on the table and looked around the large
spacious kitchen. It wasn’t looking so spacious right now. The lake house was
swarming with people. I might sometimes over exaggerate a story when telling it
for the second or third time, but there was no exaggeration here. There had to
be at least twenty people squeezed into the kitchen. It was so tight that they
were all standing shoulder to shoulder, but the crazy thing about it was that
there were at least another thirty guests in the hallway, living room or
drinking out in the back garden.

The party hadn’t even officially started yet.

I looked down at my watch.

Eleven minutes past seven.

I hope she’s all right.

Frank has been chomping at the bit all week for this date night. Miranda
had told her soon to be ex-husband that she would be willing to go out on a
date with him in an attempt to see if their marriage was worth saving. It
wasn’t.

Miranda hated Frank with a passion unknown to man. He had made her feel
worthless, useless and unwanted, whilst he travelled away on business trips
humping anything that breathed. Now Miranda was with me and she was happy. She
had even gone as far as filing for a divorce, but that wouldn’t go through
until the end of this six week summer vacation.

This was only day twelve of the vacation.

Counting the days down seemed to make it feel a hundred times longer, but
I can’t help it. I just want to be with the woman that I love. The problem is
if Frank finds out that she’s having an affair and can get evidence of this
fact, Miranda would get absolutely nothing in the divorce. It means we tend to
spend most of our time sneaking around at night, or in the early hours of the
morning. It isn’t ideal, but it is temporary. When this vacation is over, we
can finally be together.

I checked my watch.

I hope he doesn’t try anything.

Of course he won’t. Miranda had been smart enough to bring her daughter
Sheridan along with them. It was a compromise. They would all go out for dinner
on Sheridan’s twenty-third birthday. That way it won’t be so unbearable for
Miranda and having their daughter with them the conversation would be nice and
friendly. It would give Frank just enough hope to believe that they had a
chance of getting back together. If he thought the marriage was completely over
then god knows what he might do. The man was evil and ruthless and there was no
way he would let her have half of his money and business without a fight.

‘Hi,’ said a female voice from the side of me.

‘Hi.’ I hadn’t even noticed she was there.

The woman was about half a head shorter than I was and wore a cute little
dark blue dress. I could see just at the edge of my vision that her dress was
cut down very low and she was wearing a push up bra that lifted and squeezed
her breasts together. The thought never occurred to my eyes that they should go
down lower. It was odd.

Four months ago I would have been drooling over this woman and telling
myself that there is no way a guy like me could get a girl like her, but now I
was in love with a woman ten times better looking than this young woman. In
fact, not a single person in the lake house had caught my eye. They were just
faceless people walking around.

I looked at my watch.

‘I’m, Kerry.’

‘Oh, right, Sheridan’s friend.’ I had been introduced to her earlier in
the night. I felt a little bad about not remembering her.

‘Have you heard from them yet?’ Kerry flashed me a sweet little smile.

‘No,’ I sighed. ‘Not yet, but I’m sure they will be here soon.’

Kerry nodded in reply and the conversation went silent.

I looked at my watch.

‘Are you here with anyone?’ The question caught me a little off guard.

‘Um, yeah,’ I replied. ‘My girlfriend is over there.’ I pointed to the
blonde in the black dress by the fridge.

Lisa wasn’t my girlfriend really. In fact, she was secretly having a
relationship with my younger brother Conner, but Lisa and I have been friends
for many years and she came here to the lake house pretending to be my
girlfriend, so that no one would even think that Miranda and I were involved. I
never counted on the fact that she would fall in love with my brother, but the
two of them had agreed to keep pretending until the end of the summer vacation.

‘She doesn’t seem to be giving you much attention.’

My heart leapt into my mouth.

Kerry stepped a little closer and placed the palm of her hand along the
inside of my thigh. ‘How about we go someplace quiet and I give you some
attention?’

I didn’t even hesitate.

‘No, thank you.’ I lifted her hand off my thigh.

I would never do to Miranda what Frank did to her. She was the love of my
life and the woman with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my days. ‘Excuse me,’
I said and walked away.

* * *

I sat on the doorstep and looked off down the long winding road that led
away through the forest. I really hope everything is going all right. No matter
what I did I simply couldn’t get Miranda off my mind. She had been dreading
going out with Frank all week. I had tried to talk her out of it, but Miranda
truly believed that this would buy us the time we needed to see the divorce
through.

An image flashed within my mind’s eye.

It had been this very spot that I had first met Miranda. We were all
going to the lake house for a week’s break several months back. I had decided
to drive up alone and Miranda had been kind enough to stay up until the early
hours of the morning to let me in. She had been dressed in a very revealing
nightgown and looked so beautiful. It was love at first sight and I couldn’t
take my eyes off her. Miranda had been the one to make the first move and since
then there was no looking back. Now I was only looking forward towards the future
I was going to have with her.

‘Cheer up.’ Conner handed me a bottle of beer and sat down beside me on
the doorstep. Lisa walked by us and gazed up at the mass of twinkling stars
sprinkled across the canvas of deep black above. ‘Nothing bad is going to
happen.’ The two of them knew exactly what was happening. They were my best
friends and the secrets we all shared all served to bring us closer together.

‘I know,’ I sighed. ‘I just want her back here with me’

‘You look worried,’ Lisa pointed out. ‘You shouldn’t be’

‘Miranda hates him,’ added Conner.

Since they started dating the two of them were like a double act. One of
them would start a sentence and then the other one seemed to finish it.

‘I know she does. It’s, Frank, I’m worried about,’ I admitted.

‘He wouldn’t do anything with, Sheridan, there,’ said Lisa. ‘He’s a pig,
but not that big of a one.’

‘Perhaps,’ I conceded.

‘I just hate all these secrets,’ I suddenly remembered to whom I was
talking. They knew all too well about keeping secrets. They were in love, as
much as Miranda and I were, but they too had to keep their relationship a
secret so that we could keep ours. ‘Sorry.’ I popped open the bottle of beer.

‘Don’t be.’ Conner patted me on the shoulder.

‘Yeah,’ a cheeky smile split Lisa’s soft red lips. ‘All the sneaking
around is kind of fun. You should see some of the places we have to go to be
able to do.’

‘I don’t need to know,’ I cut her off in mid-sentence.

Lisa and Conner laughed.

‘Needless to say,’ Conner winked, ‘We have an interesting sex life.’

Thankfully I was saved by the ringing of my cell phone. I did not need to
hear the sexual adventures of my brother and pretend girlfriend. I flicked open
the cell phone. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey.’ It was Miranda.

‘How did it go?’ I asked.

She avoided my question and said, ‘Just calling to say we’re on the way
back.’

‘Can you talk?’ I asked.

‘Not really.’ She sounded tired.

Frank’s company must have really drained her.

‘Is he there?’ I knew before I said it.

‘That’s right,’ she confirmed in that uncomfortable trying to say one
thing to me, whilst making Frank, who must have been standing beside her, think
she was replying to something else.

‘I’ll get everything ready for your arrival,’ I explained. ‘You can tell
me how things went when you get back. I love you.’

Miranda let out a sad sigh.

She cleared her throat and quickly whispered down the phone, ‘I love you
too.’

She hung up.

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Four simple words and all the doom
and gloom I was feeling was suddenly washed away by a wave of love.

* * *

I stood in the pitch-black kitchen listening to the silence. It was so
quiet that you could literally hear a pin drop. A voice towards the back of the
room started whispering something, but was quickly hushed into submission. The
person to my right hand side, I wasn’t sure if it was male or female, clumsily
caught me with their elbow as they swigged on their drink.

‘Here they come.’ It was the voice of my mum. ‘Be very quiet,’ she told
the room in her soft voice, but the underline tone was unless you want to die.
Someone gave out a nervous cough. It was one of those coughs where you have a
tickle in your throat that is too difficult to ignore, but they tried to hold
it in so as not draw attention to themselves, which only prolonged the quiet
coughing.

Every person bunched shoulder to shoulder within the kitchen shared the
exact same body language; I’m not with them. I couldn’t see my mum, but I could
feel her eyes burning through the darkness of the night. If the person didn’t
stop soon she was most likely going to strangle them.

‘Quiet,’ my dad repeated.

The sound of the front door being unlocked reached my ears.

A smile split my lips. She was finally home.

‘Where is everyone?’ I could hear Sheridan ask.

‘Charlie took them out,’ Frank lied.

The front door closed.

‘Go and put the kettle on, Sheridan.’ Miranda’s voice was like music to
my ears.

‘Okay,’ Sheridan replied. ‘Thank you for taking me out tonight.’ The
voice was moving along the corridor towards the direction of the blacked out
kitchen. ‘I had a really nice time,’ she added. Just as she stepped through the
doorway the lights went on.

‘Surprise!’ the whole kitchen cheered in unison.

From the expression on Sheridan’s face, it was clear to see that she was
surprised. Sheridan was smiling from ear to ear with the biggest cheesiest grin
I had ever seen. The sound of music kicked back into life and the hubbub of
many voices talking at once filled the air, as one by one her friends
approached her to wish her a very happy birthday. I went up onto my tiptoes to
look past Sheridan and the ever-growing crowd.

It was then that I saw her.

A warm glow filled my chest. Miranda was beautiful.

She was wearing the dress I had bought her. I thought it might make the
pain of spending an evening with Frank hurt a little less. It was a black tube
dinner dress. The fabric clung to her firm hour-glass figure mapping out every
single amazing curve that her body had to offer. She wore high heels that made
her look deceptively taller, but from there it was smooth tanned legs all the
way up. The base of the black dress cut off my visual climb about half way up
her silky thighs and continued up towards her chest. I stopped upon her large
firm round breasts. They were practically spilling out of the dress. How the
tight little dress managed to contain her tits was beyond me, but the sight of
her tempting cleavage was causing all sorts of troublesome sensations to head
down between my legs. Miranda had her long black hair tied back, which fully
displayed her elegant swan like neck and jaw dropping angelic face. She had
high cheekbones and the brightest light blue eyes that any man had ever been
fortunate to fall into.

Miranda was smiling, as she watched her daughter laughing with her
friends. With all that was going on between Miranda, Frank and me it was easy
to forget that she was still a mother. I picked up my bottle of beer and headed
off towards the garden. I was glad that she was home, but tonight her family
came first. I would always be able to spend some time with her later on.