“Yes baby you were, and I loved every minute of it.”
“Maybe next time you should just gag me,” she shot back sarcastically, embarrassed and not knowing what to say.
“I could do that,” he replied silkily, getting up from the bed and approaching her. “I could also bind your hands to the headboard and your feet to the footboard so you could not interfere in any way with what I wanted to do to you. Would you like that, Kelsey baby?” he whispered pulling her in front of him and watching her face in the mirror as he gently bit her neck.
Kelsey’s eyes went wide and it was on the tip of her tongue to shout out No, but as he skimmed his large hand down her belly and cupped her mound, she found she couldn’t speak at all as she went liquid in his palm
“I don’t know,” she finally whispered in surprise.
Ty smiled at her in the mirror, a smile that both excited and frightened her.
“Oh, baby, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” he murmured into her hair. “And I’m going to find out all of your secrets, you just see if I don’t.”
Suddenly Kelsey was afraid he was right as she sagged in his arms and he carried her back to the bed.
Chapter Eight
Marcus strolled out onto the back deck, stretching the kinks out of his shoulders. He’d been working almost non-stop for the past three day. He hadn’t seen much of Sue except during the night when he got into bed with her and slipped his fully engorged dick deep within her body. Telling himself to let her sleep was his nightly plan, but on the way to their room his body took over and it was hopeless. Sometimes her little legs would move restlessly in her sleep, as though she were trying to run away from him, but he wrapped his arm securely around her tummy, keeping her in place as he spooned her.
His guilt and disgust with his own behavior lasted about thirty seconds, evaporating as soon as he slid fully into her. She was always wet and slippery as though her dreams were about this very thing. Her hand would slap at his arm a few times until he had her fully impaled and then the guttural moans would start, banishing his guilt and fueling his pleasure. As the hand splayed on her stomach moved lower she’d lift her top leg over his, allowing him access to the special part of her, giving her consent without words as she pushed back against him, taking him as deeply as possible.
Watching her now, as she strolled along the rocky beach, her shiny hair glowing in the sunlight, he wondered how he got any work done at all. She was easily the most desirable woman he’d ever met and his perpetual hard on agreed.
Walking back into the house he grabbed two cups of coffee, intending to enjoy the sunshine with her as he took a break. When he returned to the deck, she was nowhere in sight.
‘Susan,” he called, scanning the area as he leaned against the railing.
“Yeah,” she answered, although he had yet to locate her.
“Where are you?” he called back, curious now.
“I’m up here,” she replied.
“Up where?”
“In the tree,” she yelled, frustrated.
Setting his coffee down, Marcus went down the steps and quickly walked toward the sound of her voice. Peering up into the branches of a large maple that arched over the water, he finally located her about fifteen feet up on a limb.
“Get down from there before you get hurt,” he ordered crisply.
“I can’t, there’s a kitten up here and it’s scared. Can’t you hear it crying?” she asked, inching farther out onto the branch.
“Don’t touch it. It’s probably feral and could be dangerous,” he insisted, eyeing the small black kitten several branches above Susan’s head.
“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s just a baby,” Sue grunted, struggling to snag the next highest branch while coaxing the kitten closer.
“Despite what it looks like, it’s a wild creature and could be rabid. Don’t make me come up there,” he continued ominously.
Sue glanced down and weighed her options. The danger above or the danger below? At the moment the kitten seemed the friendlier choice. She could hear Marcus swearing softly as he approached the trunk of the tree and made her decision,pulling herself up until she was standing on one branch, hanging onto another.
Marcus heard the snap just as he was swinging onto the first limb and dropped back to the ground, looking up in alarm. There she was, dangling precariously from the tree by her hands, several feet from shore. The broken limb was splintered and sharp, but at least it was out of her way and she was now directly over the lake. Seeing the panic on her face, he kept his voice calm.
“It’s all right baby,” he told her. “You’re directly over the water now. Just let go and you won’t get hurt.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Marcus,” she gasped, struggling to hang onto the branch, her hands scraped raw by the bark.
“It’s your only option now. If I climb up there, we’ll both end up in the water anyway. It’s deep where you are. There is nothing under you that’s dangerous. Just let go and drop straight down.”
