The Swear Jar (22 page)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Opening the door, Duncan and Meara
peeked inside to see an enclosed private shower room.  The far wall held two
large rain shower heads, towel bars, soap shelves and exercise steps.  The
floor and walls were tiled.  Two of the walls had decorative stone shelves at
random intervals.  These shelves held candles.  It was a practical, but
romantic, setting.

“I can see why Mike put in this
extra shower.  I’m impressed.  What do you suppose those exercise steps are
for?” she asked.

“To adjust the water and shower
head position?  The candles are a nice touch,” he murmured into her ear,
wrapping his arms around her waist.

She eased back into his arms. 
“Want to check out the pool?”

“Yes.  Time to renegotiate.”  He
nuzzled her neck.

“First one into the pool leads the
negotiating!” she cried as she ran.

She dipped a toe in to see if it
was cold.  Crossing the yard, he leaped into the pool.  She entered the pool,
slowly making her way over to him.  He surfaced and swam towards her.  He
gathered her into his arms while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“You win!” she said.  “Have I
thanked you for doing this?”

“Not officially, but since I’m the
head of negotiations now, we’ll rectify it immediately.”

“Thank you, Duncan.”  She kissed
him.

Walking deeper into the pool, he
pressed her up against the wall.  “Now I’ve got you.”

She giggled.  “I could fight you,
but I’m being humble and grateful.  I’m having a wonderful time.”

“We’re just getting started. 
Later, we’ll go for a walk on the beach.  We’ll cook dinner.  There will be
other forms of entertainment, but we’ll play that by ear.  How’s the
negotiating going so far?”

“No complaints.  Are you going to
keep me pinned to this wall until I prune, or are you going to let me swim?”

“Good question.  What do you have
to sweeten the deal?”

Adjusting her hips and tightening
her grip around his waist, she breathed into his ear.  “What do you want?”

Aroused, he pressed her harder
against the wall.  “You’re lucky it’s the middle of the afternoon.  I would
take off your swimsuit and show you what I want.”

She inhaled sharply.  “How about we
play a game of Marco Polo?  Chasing each other around can be exciting.”

“I don’t need to be excited, but if
you want me to chase you, I’ll do it.  What can I do to you if I catch you?”

“Do to me?  Not with me?”

“Semantics.  You’re trying to
distract me.  What do I get if I catch you?”

“We’ll never know because you won’t
catch me.”

“But if I catch you, you’re mine.”

“I’m already yours.”

“Then why are we playing?”

“Because it is fun and I want to
have fun with you.  I want to be chased.”  She smirked.

“All right, Lady Meara.  I’ll let
you go and we’ll play Marco Polo.  I’ll chase you, but when I catch you, we’re
going to have a different kind of fun.”

He let her go.  She drifted to the
other side of the pool.  He closed his eyes and called Marco.  She lowered
herself into the water as she said Polo very quietly.  He made a lunge for her,
but she was already out of arm’s reach.  This wasn’t going to be easy.  He
concentrated on her movements.  She didn’t like the deep end of the pool.  He
made a move, forcing her into the deep end.

She treaded water.  She held onto
the side of the pool, waiting for him to call again.  When he did, she called
back and pushed off the wall to propel herself past him.  He was quicker this
time.  With his eyes firmly closed, he grabbed her foot and pulled her towards
him.  He saw she was still under water and struggling.  He lifted her up.

“I win,” he said triumphantly.

She coughed out water and giggled. 
He walked to the side of the pool and pressed her against the wall.  Kissing
her, he massaged her buttocks.  Shifting her hips, she found he was aroused. 
He kissed her again and their tongues met.  He snaked his thumbs under her
shoulder straps, pulling them down to the top of her breasts.

“You have two choices.  Here in the
pool or up in the bedroom.  Think quickly.  You don’t have much time.”  He
whispered.

Gasping, she was breathing heavily
as he rolled his hips towards her.  “Bedroom.”

“Let’s go,” he said.

He walked with her around his waist
until they got to the pool entrance.  He led her out of the pool, following the
path.  He saw the outdoor shower and on impulse, he led her inside.  He turned
on both shower heads.  She stood under the water.  It felt like soft rain
against her skin.  He put his head under the water, but it did nothing to
lessen the passion he was feeling.  He had the urge to take her swimsuit off.  He
moved until he was standing right behind her.  He hooked his fingers under her
shoulder straps.  She jumped, but didn’t pull away.

He lowered her swimsuit off her
body and made her step out if it.  He hung it on a hook by the door.   He came
back to her, seeing her smooth, round buttocks.  The water fell over her hair
and ran down her back.  He groaned.  He pulled off his suit and tossed it into
a corner.  Standing behind her, he reached for the bar of soap.  He held it
under the water and lathered it up.  He gave her the soap and ran the lather
over her breasts.  He pressed against her buttocks.  He ran his thumbs over her
nipples and pinched them.  She was panting.

He took the soap and lathered his
hands again.  This time, he bent her forward and ran his hands over her back
and buttocks.  He massaged her and she moaned.  She leaned back against him. 
He lathered his hands for a third time.  He ran them over her belly and down
between her legs.  He rubbed the soft mound roughly.  She felt him pressing
against her.  They weren’t going make it to the bedroom.  They were both out of
control.  She didn’t want him to stop.

“What do you want me to do, Meara?”
he asked, groaning in her ear.

She placed his hands on her
buttocks, rubbing them.  He didn’t understand.  He was losing control.

“Meara, what do you want me to do?”
he pleaded.

She reached around and stroked him
insistently.  “Take me.”

“What?” he asked, confused.

“Do me,” she moaned.

He sucked air into his lungs.  She
wanted him to enter her from behind.  Relief flooded over him.

“You want me to fuck you.”  Shocked
to say it aloud, he wanted it very badly.

“Oh, Duncan, yes.  Yes.  Fuck me
please.  Now.”  She nodded her head.

She stood on one of the exercise
steps.  She bent over and pulled him closer.  She held onto the towel bar.  He
thrust forward into her.  She moaned and pushed back against him.  He held onto
her hips, as he thrust faster and faster.  Her panting grew louder.  He grunted
a few times, his excitement building.  She covered her mouth.  She was trying
not to cry out.  He pushed her hand away from her mouth.

“Say it, Meara,” he groaned.

He gripped her hips and thrust hard
against her buttocks.  Her breasts bounced against her chest.

“Oh, Duncan, harder.  Harder. 
Please,” she cried out.  “Harder.”

He needed no further
encouragement.  He slammed her buttocks repeatedly.  Her breathing came in
hitches.  Her body rocked as an orgasm hit her.  She gripped the towel bar and
let out a shriek that ended in a growl.  He held her still as his orgasm washed
over him.  He turned her around and kissed her.  She put her head against his
chest.  The water gently rained down on them.  Their breathing slowed.  Looking
down, he became alarmed.  He shut off the water and held onto her arm.

“Are you all right?  You’re
bleeding.”  He was visibly upset, afraid he had hurt her.  “Why are you
bleeding?”

She looked at the water draining
away.  It was slightly tinged with red.  She was a little sore, but not in any
pain.

“I’m okay, Duncan.  This happens
sometimes.  I’m fine.  I’m more worried about the neighbors calling the
police.  I’m sorry I was so loud.”

“You weren’t that loud.  It’s the
middle of the afternoon.  I don’t think anyone is around.  Let’s get you inside
and dried off.  You should lie down.  Did I hurt you?  Why didn’t you tell me
to stop?  Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”

“Duncan, I’m fine.”  She cupped his
cheek.  “We both wanted it.  I didn’t want you to stop and it didn’t hurt. 
It’s possible the water made my skin sensitive.  Let’s not turn something
incredibly wonderful into something negative.  Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

He put on his swimsuit while she
took hers down from the hook.  She covered herself.  He held up his hand and
went outside.  He returned with her beach towel and wrapped it around her.  He
put his arm around her shoulders and led her into the house.  He took her
upstairs and waited for her outside the bathroom.  He paced back and forth.  He
fought the urge to knock.  She came out wearing comfortable clothes.  She put
her arms around his waist.

“The bleeding stopped.  It’s just a
little red and raw.  I was right about the shower water.  I put some cream on
it.  I’ll be fine.  Please stop worrying.”

“Did it hurt while we were doing
it?  Why didn’t you stop me?  Will it happen again?”

“I didn’t notice while we were
doing it.  We were a little preoccupied.  There was no reason to stop you.  I
don’t know if it’ll happen again.  If we use lubricant, it shouldn’t.”

“Do you have any?”

“No.  I haven’t had much use for
it.”  She shyly buried her face in his chest.  “You should get out of this wet
suit.”

“You get into bed and I’ll change.”

Meara pulled down the covers. 
“This bed is so soft and comfortable.  And I get a show to go with it.  Lucky
me.”

Duncan rolled his eyes.  He
gathered a new set of clothes.  He waved to her and headed for the bathroom. 
She grumbled.

“Not fair,” she said, sticking out
her tongue at him.

She pulled the covers around her
and curled up with several pillows.  She fought to stay awake until he
returned.  It had been a fantastic afternoon and the excitement was catching up
with her.  He came out, tiptoeing to his side of the bed.  Slipping under the
blanket, he agreed with her, the bed was extremely comfortable.  He slid in
behind her and pulled her close.  She twisted around to face him.  She was
breathing deeply and she cuddled into him.  She pressed her face against his
chest and held her folded left index finger against her lips.  This was the
second time she had done this.  He made a note to ask her about it.

He fell asleep, snoring lightly
into her head.  Sleepily, she opened her eyes and let out a contented sigh. 
She tapped him on the arm and turned him away from her.  She snuggled into his
back and fell asleep again.  He woke up a few hours later.  It was still light
outside.  He felt her curled up behind him.  He carefully moved away, getting
out of bed.  He felt terrible about the bleeding.  He sat and watched her sleep.

He wondered if he could slip out to
the supermarket and be back before she woke up.  He was thinking of surprising
her.  He headed downstairs.  A quick look around the kitchen revealed the key
to the cottage and the beach badges they would need.  He saw it as a sign he
would be able to pull off his surprise.

He walked quickly to the
supermarket.  He picked up a shopping basket.  He found a sleeping mask, a coil
of clothesline rope, two bags of chocolate kisses, a bear-shaped bottle of
honey, a container of strawberries and a container of blueberries.  He slipped
into the feminine product aisle.  He was looking for lubrication.  He didn’t
know what to buy.  There were also condoms and pregnancy tests.  He quickly
chose two items.  Exiting the aisle, he breathed a sigh of relief.

As he walked through the toy aisle,
a paddle ball caught his eye.  He raised an eyebrow and chuckled.  He put two
in his basket.  She might protest, but it was worth a try.  He had promised her
a spanking.  He headed for the express checkout counter.  He wanted to get home
to her before she noticed he was gone.  He placed his items on the counter. 
The cashier was a tall, dark haired young man, in his early twenties, probably a
college student hired for the summer.  He was smiling at Duncan.

“Hi!  How are you today?” asked the
cashier.

“Fine, thank you.  How are you?”
replied Duncan, smiling back.

“Great.  What do we have here
today?” the cashier asked absentmindedly.

As he rang up Duncan’s items, his
smile turned into a smirk.  He lowered his voice so as not to embarrass Duncan.

“We do have a full line of
protection in aisle eight.”

His smile faltering, Duncan cleared
his throat and lowered his voice.  “I don’t need any.”

“Lucky dude.  Party at your house,”
said the cashier, giving Duncan two thumbs up.

Blushing, Duncan wondered how Meara
could stand doing it so often.  “Ah, yes.”

The cashier finished ringing up the
items and bagged them.  Duncan paid the cashier and collected his bags.  He
wanted to get out of the store while he could still keep a straight face.

The cashier kept his voice low. 
“Dude, let me make a suggestion.  Pick up a bottle of wine next door.  They
even have little bottles of champagne.  It sets the mood, if you know what I
mean.  And I think you do.  I’d wish you good luck, but I don’t think you need
it.”

“Ah, thank you.  Bye.”  Duncan made
a hasty retreat out of the store.

He was trying not to laugh.  He
turned into the wine shop and soon left with two bottles.  He quietly let
himself into the kitchen.  He didn’t hear her moving around, so he grabbed the
cottage key.  The cottage had a small living room, a kitchenette with a little
refrigerator, and a bedroom with a bathroom attached.  He placed his purchases
where they needed to go and hurried back to the house.