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

‘Are you going to go out with him?’ asked one of the women.

‘I might,’ countered another.

‘You wouldn’t, would you?’ asked the third.

Nathan finally came to a stop.

He placed his head down on my shoulder and panted desperately for breath.

Chain reactions of smaller explosions of delight were igniting throughout
my body. Whenever I thought the last one had finally faded another sensation of
bliss emanated within my pussy. I placed my hands on the side of his
clean-shaven face and lifted his head to face me. I couldn’t help myself for
planting sweet loving kisses all over him. ‘Thank you,’ I whispered. I took in
a long deep breath in through my nose and forced the air down into my abdomen.

After the night I’d had this was exactly what I needed.

Chapter Nineteen: Frank’s Point Of View

I leaned back against the wall and sighed. This had been a tiresome
night. It was not a good sign when I felt this exhausted at only quarter to
eight in the evening. I must be getting old. I let out another deep and sad
sigh. That was such a depressing thought. I am only forty-eight, only
forty-eight? I am old. Where had the time gone? It only seemed like yesterday
that Sheridan was born and now she was having her twenty-third birthday?

A smile caught my eye.

It was not a friendly little sweet.

It was a dangerous smile born from troublesome thoughts.

The woman was standing by the archway that led into the living room. She
had to be no older than my own daughter was, but she was definitely sending me
all the wrong signals through her sly little glances in my direction.

A week ago they would have been all the right signals and I wouldn’t have
had even had a moment’s hesitation about taking her someplace quiet so that we
could be alone. I could see from here that she had a hot body. Her very small
and tight dress didn’t leave a great deal to the imagination. She had long
legs, a slim figure, and small, but perky breasts. Even now, a part of me, a
very bad part, was whispering dark and dirty ideas into my mind. It was taking
every ounce of mental focus to tune out this voice within my head. It was like
if someone tossed a ball to you, you would automatically catch it without
thinking, or if a child ran out in front of the car, you wouldn’t think, I have
to stop; you would just hit the brakes. This was an unconscious action that
happened outside of your control because your body simply reacted. I was having
the exact same reaction to this pretty young woman. My body wanted her.

No.

I shook my head from side to side to dislodge the thoughts and headed out
of the side door, which led out into the corridor next to the front door of the
lake house. I had promised myself that I wouldn’t do this anymore. I didn’t
want to do this. I had actually found someone with whom I wanted to be.

The thought of Rebecca made my heart glow.

I had never meant for that to happen. I had always had a crush on her,
but she was married to Charlie, my best friend and business partner. I had come
down stairs late at night to find Rebecca crying her eyes out because Charlie
had not come back to the lake house for the umpteenth time that week. I knew
that he was having an affair. I know he still is, but he has not decided to
inform me who it is with. That is not surprising because I haven’t seen that
much of him since Rebecca and I started seeing each other and I have been
seeing her a lot. The things that woman has done to me are mind blowing. She
had confessed to never actually being with anyone apart from Charlie and said
that their love life was stale and robotic. It was the case of the same old
boring thing and even that didn’t happen very often. Rebecca was a woman with
needs. I just didn’t realise how much she needed. The reason our relationship
worked is because I too had needs that Miranda never understood, but together
Rebecca and I found a peace that neither of us had experienced before.

* * *

I opened the door to my downstairs office and stepped inside. The room
had a strange show room type smell to it, but that was no surprise because this
was the first time I had actually been in here. Unlike Charlie, I preferred to
do my work at our office in down town. It allowed me peace and quiet and got me
as far away from Miranda as possible. Our marriage was more extinct than the
dinosaurs. I only agreed to go out to dinner with her because I somehow needed
to talk her into stopping this divorce. The very thought of letting that woman
take half of everything that I have worked so hard to get makes me sick to my stomach.

I walked across the room and dropped myself down into the leather chair
behind my desk. I sat back with the bottle of beer in my hand and placed my feet
up upon the large oak desk. Unconsciously I gave the room a satisfactory nod of
approval. It wasn’t so bad in here.

My thoughts drifted back to Rebecca.

Why hadn’t I married her?

Charlie had seen her first. It was not like him to be interested in
girls. He was the type of young man in university that played dungeon and
dragons and stayed in watching cartoons. When he suddenly took an interest in
women, I thought the birth of a new era had begun in my life. I believed
Charlie had stepped up to become my wingman and together we would travel to
world having sex with the most beautiful and exotic women. Of course the only
hitch to this plan was that Charlie married the first woman he met. The two of
them were madly in love in their own little geeky way. A short time after that
I had met Miranda and she was hands down the hottest woman I have ever slept with,
but when she got pregnant everything changed.

My dad forced me to marry her and in some respects I’m glad I did because
I got to play an important part in Sheridan’s life. I don’t think that would
have happened if Miranda and I were separated. I did, however, make Miranda
sign a contract that stated that if she were to have an affair that she would
get nothing from a divorce. She happily signed it like the airhead that she
used to be. In her mind, she thought we would be together until the day we died.

‘Hi,’ said a female voice from the doorway.

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. It was the young woman that had
been eyeballing me in the living room.

‘Um, hi,’ I replied, as I took my feet down off the desk. ‘Can I help
you?’

The question brought a naughty smirk to her soft red lips. ‘Perhaps,’ there
was something dangerous about the way she said that. The woman slowly stepped
one long elegant leg in front of the other, as she walked towards me. ‘I heard
that you were getting a divorce.’

‘You did?’ A frown creased my brow.

‘Yes,’ she slowly began to walk around the desk towards me. ‘It must be
pretty hard going through something like that.’

I swallowed the lump down in my throat, as I looked up at her standing
over me. I could hear the demon of lust screaming at me to do things that I
really shouldn’t do.

‘You must get lonely sometimes.’ She bent down towards me, but I was out
of the chair in less than a heartbeat. This couldn’t happen. I wanted this to
happen. A very big part of me wanted this to happen, but I had to say no. I was
with Rebecca now. I wanted to be with Rebecca.

I got to my feet and stood face to face with her ‘I can’t do this.’

‘For fuck sake, Frank,’ said Charlie in a pissed off tone of voice.

He was standing in the doorway of my office wearing a mask of annoyance.

‘You’re going to do this at your own daughter’s birthday party?’ he said.

‘No wait,’ I began to say, but he shook his head in disbelief and walked
off.

‘Charlie, I wasn’t doing anything.’ I tried to walk around the woman, but
she blocked my path and smiled that cheeky smile. ‘This really isn’t going to
happen.’ I couldn’t believe I actually said those words. I never knew I had
them in my vocabulary. It just didn’t feel right saying it. A look of
disappointment washed across her face. I pushed my chair to the side and headed
around the other side of my desk. ‘Charlie, wait,’ I disappeared out the door
after him.

* * *

‘No, no, no, no, no,’ I seemed to chant the words, as I rushed down the
corridor after Charlie. It was like some sort of obstacle course with the
amount of short skirt wearing young women and overly gelled hair, not quite old
enough to grow a proper beard, young men moving throughout the place. ‘Would you
wait for one god damned second,’ I skipped past my best friend and cut him off
before he could reach the kitchen. ‘It’s not what you think.’

‘And what do I think?’ Charlie raised his I am better than you are
eyebrow.

‘You think that she and I were going to, you know?’ I did a gesture with
my head.

‘And on the night you had dinner with your wife?’ He shook his head.

‘Nothing happened.’ I cut my hands through the air. ‘Nothing happened at
all.’

‘Yes. Because I stopped it,’ Charlie pointed out. ‘You might actually
thank me for it one of these days.’

‘I do.’ I needed to find some way to stop him from talking, which stopped
somewhere short of gagging him and locking him away in the utility room. ‘I’m
very grateful that you saved me from myself.’

‘So you were going to sleep with her,’ he said before I could finish.

‘Sleep with whom?’ asked an all too familiar voice from behind me.

‘No one,’ I spun one hundred and eight degrees to face Rebecca. She was
standing in the doorway to the kitchen with a glass of red wine in hand. My
eyes instantly betrayed me, as they dropped down the front of her long red
dress. It wasn’t that it was low hanging it was just that Rebecca had very big
plump breasts that immediately attracted the eye like some kind of magnet. Even
a blind man with no sense of vision would sense the large round wonders before
him and unconsciously drop his head to look at them, which is kind of cruel
considering he wouldn’t get much of a view. The dress itself displayed her
perfect hourglass figure. Rebecca was by no means a slim woman, but she had all
the right curves in all the right places. The dress continued to ripple down
her body like water pouring elegantly over a waterfall.

‘He was with,’ Charlie begun but I cut him off.

‘I was with no one.’ I fixed him with a stern glare. It was the type of
glare I had perfected over the years when dealing with rather useless
subordinates, but Charlie didn’t even seem fazed. He was immune to my ultimate
weapon “the glare of death.”

‘Just some woman was chatting to me was all,’ I explained. The second to
last thing I wanted was Charlie to say anything to Miranda after I finally
managed to get her to have dinner with me. It would ruin everything. But the
very last thing I wanted was for Charlie to voice his misunderstanding to his
beautiful blonde wife, who unknown to him I was currently fucking.

‘He was trying to get it on with some girl in his office.’

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach.

I could see the smile slipping from Rebecca’s lips. It was like watching
a car crash happening in slow motion. You knew what was going to happen, but
there was not a damn thing you could do to stop it. She let out a deep sigh,
shook her head in that same old Frank type of way, and walked off into the
kitchen.

I felt like crying.

I really had no intention of doing anything with that woman.

I was in love with Rebecca.

I was head over heels in love with Rebecca, but now it was over. Why
would she ever believe that I wasn’t going to do anything with that woman? It
was just like the situation with Charlie. I was his best friend and even he
didn’t believe a single word that came out of my mouth. It was like the boy who
cried wolf. I had fooled around so much over the years that when people saw me
with a pretty young woman they automatically assumed I was going to fuck her.
Today I was like the boy in the story. It was the day that the wolf actually
turned up. I had tried to walk away, but nobody was ever going to believe me.

It was over.

Chapter Twenty: Rebecca’s Point Of View

‘I swear nothing happened.’ Frank followed me out through the front door.
‘The reason I was in my office was because I was trying to avoid her, but she
followed me in.’

The car boot was already wide open from where Miranda and Charlie had
already transported the first couple of boxes of beer into the lake house.

‘You have to believe me that I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise our
relationship.’

I tried not to smile.

I knew Frank didn’t cheat on me.

I had seen that little slut eyeing him up from the kitchen. You didn’t
have to be a mind reader to know what was on her mind, but what surprised me
was the fact that Frank had walked away. That was a very odd thing for Frank to
do. The man by his very nature was a complete whore. Charlie and I knew all
about his many exploits during his marriage with Miranda. I was surprised that
she put up for it as long as she did, but then again this past week had allowed
me to see a side of Frank I have never known before. I had always fancied him.
He had this aura of pure charm that could talk the knickers off a nun. Even in
his late forties, he still had the baby faced appearance that confused people
into thinking he was much younger than he really was. Of course now odd strands
of grey were starting to creep through his beautiful black hair were a faint
clue to is real age, but he was still hot. My thoughts drifted to his body.

My god it was amazing.

Charlie took care of himself, but Frank was naturally ripped.

Just the thought of his rippling abdominal muscles and rock hard pectoral
muscles was making a rather lovely sensation blossom deep down within my body.
Now I understood why Miranda had stayed with him so long. Frank was hot, he was
rich and he could make me cum so hard that it nearly blew the top of my skull
off. Of course, I have no doubt that if Frank was still with Miranda he would
have fucked that young woman, but I could see a change in him since we started
being together.

He didn’t want any other woman.

Frank wanted me, which is why I sent Charlie into his office to rescue
him.

The question was should I tell Frank this now or tease him some more?

‘Please believe me.’ He was practically begging.

‘Here,’ I said in a saddened tone of voice, as I pushed a box of beer
bottles into his arms. My heart sank down into the pit of my stomach at the
look of defeat upon his face. He looked like he was literally about to break
down and cry. A strong tinge of guilt sparkled within the centre of my chest. ‘Look.’
I was about to explain that I already knew that nothing had happened when
Miranda came out the front door of the lake house and approached us. Frank
dropped his eyes down towards the floor and skulked off into the lake house
with the box.

‘Thank you for your help tonight,’ said Miranda, as she approached. ‘I
could not have arranged the party without you.’ Unconsciously I found myself
looking this black haired beauty up and down. I had never quite understood why
Frank would want to leave her and be with me. It wasn’t like I was better
looking than her. Miranda was the type of woman that should be on the front
cover of one a magazine. She was stunningly beautiful. And I am just me. Yet
here Frank is divorcing this beauty without feeling slightly upset about and
the thought of me thinking he is cheating almost brings him to tears? It’s very
confusing.

‘Don’t worry about it,’ I replied with a smile.

Miranda and I were not friends.

We got on well enough and had known each other for years because our
husbands had worked so closely together for the past three decades, but our
relationship had never gone beyond a polite and light conversation. It was not
that I didn’t like her. We just never seemed to click in that way, but in this
past week things had changed. Frank was my boyfriend. It was true that no one
knew about this, but he was my boyfriend and my boyfriend hated this woman like
no man has ever hated another living person before. He despised her. Frank had
confided in me that he believed she was having an affair, but he didn’t know
with whom. He based this on the fact that ever since she started coming up to
the lake house she’d been really happy. Our thoughts are that she might be
seeing someone in town. Frank’s biggest fear is losing half of everything he
owns to this woman, which now extends to my biggest fear. I love Frank and I
want him to be happy, but losing half of everything he has worked so hard to
get would make him so unhappy that not even I would be able to fix it.

Miranda was now my enemy.

Personally, I have no problem with her.

Frank does and now I do.

Together we will unlock who she is having an affair with by the end of this
summer vacation so that Frank can keep everything that he deserves.

* * *

I stepped through the patio doors and a smile split my lips. Nathan and
Lisa were standing in the middle of the garden dancing to the sound of the
black eyes peas, as it blared out through all the open windows. My son was not
blessed with the ability to express himself through dance. Lisa on the other
hand had been gifted with the ability to move on the dance floor, or in this
case the lush green grass. She looked like a natural, which only highlighted
how bad Nathan was at dancing. This was something my youngest son Conner was
explaining to his brother through the medium of stomach splitting laughter.

I thought I had told him to go slower on the alcohol.

I walked up behind Conner sitting in one of the wooden chairs and placed
a hand on his shoulder. ‘You think that’s pretty funny?’ I asked. His big
cheesy grin said it all. I slipped my palm into his hand and tugged him out of
the chair. The look of horror in his eyes was priceless. He tried to resist,
but I pulled him out into the garden much to the amusement of Miranda and
Charlie as they watched from the sidelines.

‘Mum,’ he said my name in such a way it sounded like it was spelled with
a hundred U’s.

‘You don’t want to dance with your own, mother?’ I gave him my most heartbroken
expression. The thing about Conner that was different to Nathan was that my
youngest son was a mummy’s boy. One sad glance from me and he began to dance. I
didn’t think it was humanly possible, but Conner was actually worse at dancing
than his older brother. I don’t know why they are such bad dancers when I am so
good. It must have come from their father’s side of the family.

Charlie and Miranda tried to hide their giggles behind their hands.

‘Switch,’ Lisa called.

For some reason Conner seemed slightly more happily and lumbered like a
wounded bear towards the Lisa in his own weird interpretation of the thing
called dance. Nathan looked towards his father, as he started moving with the
elegance of a tree. ‘I don’t know what you’re grinning at.’ He nodded his head
towards Miranda and gestured with his light brown hazel nut coloured eyes back
towards his father.

‘Eh?’ said Charlie, as Miranda led him out into the make shift dance
floor.

Charlie’s moves made the boy’s look like professionals. He was that bad.

* * *

It was always a sign you had had too much wine when the world seemed
lighter than usual. It was like gravity had taken the day off. The night had
gone by without a hitch. The guests were still dancing and singing and having a
good time. Sheridan hadn’t stopped smiling since she returned to the lake
house. I watched Charlie and the boys disappear into the lake house with
Miranda and Lisa in toe. When I was confident that they were out of sight, I turned
my attention to the man sitting right down at the end of the garden on the
slope that looked out towards the forest that led down to the lake.

I walked down the garden towards him.

‘Hey,’ I said, as I sat down on the grass beside him.

‘Hi.’ Frank looked subdued.

He lifted his half-drunk bottle of beer to his lips and said nothing.
What was there for him to say? I extended my hand out after he took his swig
and palmed the bottle off him. I tilted back my head and swallowed some of it
down. I could feel the warmth of the beer tickling my throat.

‘I know about the woman,’ I said.

‘I swear I didn’t do anything.’ He couldn’t even bring himself to look at
me.

‘I know,’ I replied in an off handed manner.

‘What? You do?’ A small hint of hope glinted behind his eyes.

‘Yes. Who do you think sent, Charlie, into your office?’ I said with a
smile.

‘That was you?’ Frank let out a deep sigh of relief.

‘Of course it was me.’ I nodded my head. ‘I watched her follow you
inside.’

‘I wouldn’t have done anything,’ he tried to reassure me.

‘I know, but I can’t help being jealous,’ I informed him.

I looked back towards the house to make sure the coast was clear before
slipping my hand onto the top of his muscular thigh. ‘You were jealous?’ I
could see him swallow down the lump in his throat, as I slowly pulled down the
zipper of his trousers.

‘You bet I was jealous.’ I found myself licking my lips with
anticipation. My fingers disappeared within his open zipper hole. A warm glow
began to emanate within my chest at the discovery he wasn’t wearing any
underwear. ‘Hmm,’ I moaned happily through my nose, as the tips of my fingers
stroked along the shaft of his semi-erect cock. ‘Only I get to play with this.’
I curled my fingers around his dick and slowly started to jerk him off inside
his trousers.

Frank sighed deeply.

‘We shouldn’t do this here.’ He looked back towards the lake house.

People were walking around in the garden about thirty feet away.

‘I know,’ I replied. ‘It’s too dangerous. If we get caught it will cause
so much trouble for us both.’ My mouth said one thing, but my hand teasing his
ever-growing cock said another. ‘I just needed to touch you so badly.’ I looked
down at his lips and then up into that intense powerful look in his eyes. ‘I
want to kiss you.’

‘I want to kiss you too,’ we both looked back at the lake house.

It was impossible. From this distance, everyone could see us.

‘How about we meet up later tonight?’ asked Frank.

‘I like that idea,’ I replied. Unconsciously I bit my bottom lip, as I
looked my handsome boyfriend up and down. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’ He smiled that smile that always made my heart melt.
Suddenly a look of horror washed across his face, as I pulled his long hard
dick out of his trousers.

‘Rebecca, what are you doing?’ They were the only words he managed to get
out before I wrapped my lips around that big thick monster that lived within
his pants and started to suck. ‘Fuck.’ Frank released the word in a long
desperate sigh. The salty taste of his pre-cum ignited all my senses, as I
dragged my lips back along the top of his cock, whilst teasing the peak of the
crown with the tip of my tongue.

I had only done it to tease him, but it was hard to tear myself away once
I had his cock within my mouth. The taste of his cum was making my pussy melt
and was ruining my panties.

‘Rebecca we can’t,’ Frank didn’t sound all that convinced.

I forced my head down and sucked harder on his cock.

The sound of voices growing louder, as more people moved into the back
garden acted like the alarm clock that woke me from my rather entertaining
dream and brought me back to reality. I lifted my head up from his lap and
smiled my ‘See you tonight’ smile and winked my ‘because I am going to ride
your cock’— wink. I got up and walked back towards the lake house, whilst my
boyfriend sat in shocked silence, his cock covered in my lipstick, stood erect
in the warm summer air. This was the reason why he didn’t think about fucking
that young woman.