Fostering Love (The Soul Sisters Series Book 1) (11 page)

He leans down and places a hand on the rock and jumps to the ground, he then turns around and offers me his hand to help me get down. I take his hand and as I step down he comes at me so I have no choice but to jump on to him.  He places his hands around my waist as I straddle his stomach, we’re front to front and I can feel all of him and how hard he is.  His hazel eyes meet mine and as they do he starts to draw slow lazy circles on my back just above my bikini waist band.

“So sexy.  No pressure Dolly, let’s just have some fun together and see where this goes,” he whispers.

“OK.”  I swallow and lick my lips; this action does not go unnoticed so he leans in and slowly starts to kiss me and at first I’m nervous.  I feel a bit out of practice, but then he licks my lips for me this time so gently that I barely feel it.  When I gasp and open my mouth he slips his tongue in for a quick taste and that one action is so simple and heady that I clench my thighs around his waist tighter and finally return the kiss.  He’s taking this slow and I get the impression that he doesn’t want to rush, he’s enjoying the build up too. 

“I want you Dolly, I want to feel you and touch you.  I want to see those tits you’ve been teasing me with.  Can I?” he asks, looking me straight in the eye.

“Yes.”  It’s a simple answer said on the breath of a kiss.  He leans into me and pushes my back into the boulder makes a small noise like a groan and when the kiss slows down he reaches up and grabs the picnic blanket and slings it at the floor.  He sits us down on it so I am still wrapped around his waist and straddling his dick and slowly I begin to dry hump him.  I feel his fingers run up my back, to my neck and undo the top strings of my bikini top so it falls open and exposes me to him.  He pulls away from my face, takes a quick lick of each nipple and then blows on them and if it’s even possible, they feel like they get a little bit harder.  Another quick glance at me and he leans in to kiss me again whilst gently running his thumbs over my sensitive peaks.  As I get more into the kiss he starts to cup them from the sides and gently apply a pinching pressure by squeezing my buds between his forefingers and thumbs.  My head is thrown back and my eyes are closed because I love every moment of it, the attention he is paying to my tits feels just amazing.

“Fuck you’re turnin’ me on, you moving on my cock is torture, let me touch you, let me feel you?”  Again it’s a simple question looking for my permission.

“Yes.”  It simple and short but that’s because I’m struggling to string anything more coherent together right now.  He leans forward and lowers me down to my back and because my tits are still exposed he stares at them and then me.  He’s leaning up against one side of my body and he moves a hand from my tits, snakes it past my stomach and lowers my bikini bottoms down my legs.  I feel feather like touches along my thighs towards my knees, it makes me tremble and then he taps the inside of them gently to encourage me to open them up to him.  I spread my legs wide open and his hand trails back up my thighs until I feel him gently teasing my opening.

“So wet, so fuckin’ hot and wet.”  He then pushes a finger inside me, testing my readiness for him.  “So wet,” he repeats and I feel his thumb join in the action where I most want it.  He also adds a second finger and starts to thrust harder whilst his thumb is swirling round and round, he’s enjoying watching my face to see the effect he has on me because we both know I’m heading there, the intensity is building.

“Not yet Dolly, I’m going to taste you first.”  I gasp deeply and nod my consent.  He kneels in front of me and places a hand under my ass to raise me a little; he’s helping me offer my pussy to his hungry mouth.  I feel him tentatively stab his tongue and lick between my folds as his fingers return and go back to pumping in and out of me.  He must know I’m close as my head is thrown back and I’m squeezing my own breasts in an attempt to get there quicker so he carries on and starts to nip and bite on my clit.  This does it and as he bites one more time combined with more forceful strokes from his fingers I cannot hold back.  My head thrashes from side to side and I scream as I cum.  God, it feels good.

“DOLLY, DOLLY, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? ARE YOU HURT?”  My eyes snap open at the voice intruding my come down and then I recognize it, it’s Chris.

“Shit. Fuck. Move Tommy,” I say to him urgently.

“OK.  OK,” he replies.  His bubble is as burst as mine, but at least I got off.  I then see Chris come round the corner to the boulder, I’ve got my bikini bottoms straight but am still trying to tie my top at my neck and I know that my breasts are not completely in it yet either.  I glance down, adjust my girls and then look back at Chris only to find Jonas is stood with him.  Chris has a big grin on his face because he knows what he’s just interrupted; after all he introduced me to these places when we were growing up.  Jonas looks mad, like scary, hateful, death to the world mad.

“Hey Dolls, we spotted your car at the ranch, one of the workers mentioned you came out here early, I was just checking to see if you needed any help with your gear, when we heard you scream I thought you’d hurt yourself.  I can see that you’ve already got all the help you need.”  He wiggles his eyebrows at me and then finishes with “Hey Tommy, I didn’t know you came with Dolly today.”

Tommy mutters “I didn’t have the chance too,” and then just says “Chris, Jonas,” and gives a head nod as a way of greeting them.   I can tell he is not happy about the interruption but I don’t care about that, I am beyond mortified that they heard me scream and they clearly know why that was.  I also don’t want to move yet because I am providing Tommy with some cover for his current problem, a hard on that is taking some time to retreat.

“Yeah, we’re just about done here, a few water shots to do and we’re finished.” I say it in a way that Tommy knows this afternoon’s antics are going no further today.

“OK Dolls, we’ll leave you to it seeing as Tommy is here to help you with your equipment.”  Chris cannot help his smart comments and accompanying evil eyebrow wiggles, fucker.

“Thanks Chris.”  I’m aware that I still haven’t acknowledged Jonas, but I’m not going to.  Chris then walks around him and heads back via the cut in the forest he appeared through.  Jonas still hasn’t moved, he’s just glaring at Tommy and not looked at me at all and after about thirty seconds of a stare down between them, Jonas turns on his heels and stomps off.  I breathe a big sigh of relief.

“Wow, big brother does not like seeing his sister doing big girl things with boys,” he says.

“Oh God Tommy, don’t, it’s mortifying.” I moan as I rub my hands over my face.

“Good job you’re a screamer otherwise he would have caught you doing some really big girl things,” he chuckles back at me.

“Shit.  Stop. Come on lets finish up.”  He looks at me with a raised hopeful eyebrow.  “Down dirty boy, I meant the shots,” I reply.

“Oh I need to shoot believe me,” his frustration is clear in his tone and I burst out laughing.  “Seriously Dolly, I like you, that was amazing and I’m up for a re-run another time, maybe not as publicly, but still I’d like to get to know you.  How about we go out for a night and have a drink?  Nothing heavy, no expectations.”

“OK. We can do that.” I agree with a smile.

We spend about another hour in the water and get the remaining shots I was after before we drag all the equipment back the way we came and pile it in my jeep.  Once that is done Tommy leans in and whispers “Thanks, best nature trip in a long time,” and gives me a gentle affectionate kiss on the cheek.  He goes to his car and I get in mine.  As I reverse out I notice that Chris and Jonas are sitting on the porch having a beer.  Chris is smiling from ear to ear and Jonas is pretending like I’m not even in his line of sight, so I wave to Chris and head off home.

It’s been a surprising day, I got my work done; have got my flirt on, had some fun with a guy who is sexy and has been right under my nose this whole time. 

I then smile because it’s not over yet. 

I’ve got my meeting with Mig Smithson to look forward to.

*****

Jonas

Chris was walking a bit ahead of me through the bush back to the ranch land, I could tell by the way his head was dropped forward and his shoulders were moving that he was fuckin’ laughing.

  I’m surprised the fury I was feeling wasn’t killing trees and birds as we passed them.

“Well I never, Dolly and Tommy getting frisky out in the wild.  I always knew she’d be a firecracker when she grew up,” Chris mutters to himself as he’s wandering through the scrub back to the ranch.

“Will you shut the fuck up? I don’t need reminding of what I’ve just seen and reminding me that you’ve had your hands on her is definitely not helping,” I grumble at his back.

“A few more minutes and you could have been getting a full show.”

“Not going to fuckin’ tell you again Chris,” I say.

“Never thought I’d be able to say this to a sailor, but looks like you’ve missed the boat my friend,” and now he really starts laughing.

“Right now I am barely hanging on to my temper, keep fuckin’ talking and you’ll be dragging me off that motherfucker and helping him to the hospital,” I say with deadly seriousness.

“This could go easier for you.  All you’ve got to do is talk to her, tell her how you feel and what you’re up to.  How hard can it be man?” He gives a restrained chuckle and finishes with, “but seriously man, looks like that ship may have sailed.”

We reach the edge of his ranch and the hunting cabin comes into sight.  I’m sure he’s right, but at this particular moment and even more so after seeing Tommy with his hands on Dalton, there is no way I can talk to her.  “I’m outta here Chris, got shit to do and one of them includes calming the fuck down. Later,” I say as I stride past him towards my cabin.

I checked the shots as soon as I’d had a shower and sorted my hair, it’s naturally curly and if I have time to do something with it I try to.  Otherwise it’s just wet, wash, mousse, spruce and get going.  It can be unpredictable, but it’s very me and I’ve had it long enough to deal with it.  So whilst it dries and I’m armed with a lovely mug of coffee I start to really look at what I’ve done with my camera today, it makes me smile because I have some truly amazing shots. 

I create some folders on my laptop and start to sort through them so my task of short listing them is a little easier than it would be if I was looking through thousands of pictures.  I also locate the shots from the football game in preparation for my meeting with Mig in a few hours.  I make sure by checking and double checking that I can locate that folder on my laptop with ease and that it only contains the shots relevant to our discussion.

My phone has also been in my lock box all day, and I haven’t checked the messages, I need to in case my plans for tonight have changed.  I switch it on and a few messages come through:

Neely:
I haven’t forgotten you owe me the gen on the Tits drama and we’re doing Purps girls night on Friday?

Lottie:
Girls night Friday? Purps?

Flo:
Hey cupcake, You OK?

Tommy:
Friday night off, drinks @ Purps?

Jake:
Make it up with Babs Danger Dolls, she’s fussing more than usual.

He’s right; it’s not fair to keep punishing her.  There is also nothing from Mig so I proceed as planned.  I’m also going to see if Tommy wants to join us for girls night.  He knows the girls, it will be less pressure, less like a date and I can forego some girl dancing to spend some time with Tommy, having a drink or two on our own.  A group text is returned to the girls telling them I’m up for Purps on Friday night and then I send a quick text to Jake letting him know I’ll make things right with Barbara.  Lastly, I send one to Tommy,

Me:
Sure.  Girls out too, join us.  I’ll make some time for yo
u
. 

Tommy:
Yep. OK. Sounds fun.  I’ll find you in there
.

Great news, it’s something to look forward to and it’s not really a date; it’s a scheduled meeting.  I am considering not telling the girls until we actually walk into Purps, if I do they’ll want to know how it came about and then I’ll have to spill about my little forest fumble, they’ll demand details, details and more details....hours of them.  It’s time to call Barbara and it’s not something I really want to do, things still feel unsettled in my mind after the ambush.

She answers the phone straight away with “Dolly, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean for things to get so heated, I was just worried.  You don’t normally react like you did and I mean that about both situations; the supermarket and here.  Are you OK?”  Caller ID is one technology she is fond of.

“Barbara, can we just forget about it, all of it?  I’m not proud of it.”  I don’t clarify what I’m not proud of because I’m sure getting into detail will start her off again.

“Of course, sweetheart you know Harrison and I are always here for you?  I just wanted to make sure you knew that.  You know we love you.”  She’s great, she just wants her family happy and letting me leave that night without clearing the air will have been playing on her mind.

“I know, thanks, I appreciate the offer.  I need to go I’ve got a work thing tonight and I still need to dress and get there.”

“OK Dolly and just so you know the twins have been warned to leave
things
alone and that retribution will not be tolerated.  Jonas though, he’s another story, but anyway I’ll let you go.  Bye,” she shouts and hangs up.   It would seem she has succeeded in letting me know in her subtle manner that she expects the episode to be over and manages to sneak in another cryptic Jonas comment.  It’s too tiring to puzzle over and I’ve got other things on my mind, so I just let it go.