Szot, JC - The South Window (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (11 page)

She showered and got dressed. There wasn’t much guilt. Her resentment justified her actions. They weren’t married. She had needs and was human like everyone else. How could any man think a woman could repeatedly be left alone and it have no effect on their relationship? And one Dan wanted to take to the next level with marriage.

She walked over to Marty’s with her coffee. He was sitting at the kitchen table. Allie tapped on the door. His face had the look of how she felt.

“Good morning.” She sat down next to him. He was wearing his work jeans and a white, sleeveless shirt, his muscular chest pushing through the ribbed cotton. He leaned over and ran his finger up her thigh. Allie had on her denim cut-offs and an old lavender tank top with spots of dried paint on it.

“How are you?” He turned his chair to face her. He reached over and ran his thumb and forefinger down several strands of her hair, igniting the heat within her.

“I feel fantastic,” Allie whispered, her eyes diving into his, two sedate pools of espresso brown.

“Good, cause you deserve it.” His finger inched inside the frayed hem of her shorts, her awareness of wanting him again unraveling. “Let’s swim tonight.” His kiss was smoldering, stoking the coals of their desire.

“That sounds wonderful.” Allie pulled away, taking his hand. She started to lick his fingers. “Better yet, your idea sounds thrilling.” She sucked harder.

“God, Allie. I’m not going to get any work done.” He moaned.

Marty stood up, pulling her to her feet. Allie bathed his lips, swirling her tongue around his teeth, needing to taste him. She stepped back, his face still.

“We’ll continue this later,” he whispered, gripping her backside, her skin prickling under his touch.

“I take it I won’t need my suit.” Allie ran her hands over his chest, feeling his nipples bead through the cotton.

“Oh no, you can leave the suit home.” Marty brought his mug up to the sink then walked out into the yard to get started.

Allie started sketching the mural on the wall in pencil first. She had just finished the sky and the mountain peaks when Marty came in and asked her what she wanted for lunch.

“You see?” He turned and stroked her cheek. “That’s depth in a person, talent like that.” His palm smoothed over her breast. “It just adds to the package.”

“I take it you like it?” She reached for him, wanting to experience him again, the withdrawals mounting. Allie ran her fingers through the thick strands of his hair.

“What’s not to like?” His eyes flashed. “That includes you and the wall.” His stare slithered over her. His hand slid down her body, cupping her mound. Marty stepped back. “I need to stay focused,” he groaned. “I wanna finish today, so I can give you my undivided attention later.”

Marty fixed them ham sandwiches and iced tea. After lunch they worked until four o’clock. Allie went outside to tell him she was going home to shower and pack some things up for tonight.

“What time are we going over?” Marty glanced across the street.

“How’s seven sound?”

“Great. Hey, listen, you’re sure it’s safe?” Marty’s face creased with apprehension.

“She’s gone, Marty. I have the house key.”

“We’re not going in the house, are we?” he asked, sounding unsure of their plans.

“No, there’s no need for that,” Allie assured him.

“Good, I agree. I’ll see you later then.” He grazed the inside of her wrist with his lips.

* * * *

Once home Allie packed up some cheese, grapes, and bread. She chose a bottle of wine for her and a few bottles of dark ale for Marty.

Allie slipped on a black sleeveless dress, her body bare underneath. She walked over first to unlock the gate and waited for Marty. She sensed his concern over Tess still lingered. She would work hard to dissolve any thought he had of her.

* * * *

Allie had just placed their things on the outdoor bar when she heard the gate open. Marty had on a pair of tan cargo shorts and a yellow T-shirt. He dropped a roll of towels on the lounge chair, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into the cabana at the foot of the pool.

It was dark and musty smelling inside. He took her head in his hands. Allie tried not to think of how he had handled Tess, some of his actions similar. She would not allow Tess to spoil this for her.

His mouth pressed to hers, his tongue lashing at her insides. He then eased off, kissing her slowly, his lips full, wet, and warm. The thought of Marty’s mouth bathing her body again had her pussy swelling with need. His hand ran up the side of her thigh, easing her dress over her hip. His fingers slipped inside her folds, lightly stroking her clit.

“How’s that, baby?” His finger sank inside her. Her belly exploded, her hips thrusting for more.

“Jesus,” she breathed. Allie’s head spun, sweeping her up into a cyclone, the sensations once a visiting stranger like Dan. It was amazing how one could turn their body off, and for so long. Marty was unearthing the wildness, desires she’d been deprived of. Allie felt him against her. His cock was already solid, snaking against his zipper, anxious to fill her again. Allie removed her dress. Marty’s mouth lowered to her breast. His teeth scraped over her nipple, sending bolts of pleasure through her.

“Marty, wait!” Her chest heaved. Allie wanted him naked, and now.

Allie pawed at his clothes, running her hands down his rippled stomach, her fingers trailing through the soft line of hair that led to his center. The sound of his clothes slipping off his body reverberated in the cabana. Allie looked outside. Twilight grayed the sky. She took his hand and escorted him out to the pool. The dewy night air felt decadent on her bare body.

The tepid water felt like wet silk on her skin. Allie reclined Marty’s immaculate body on the steps in the shallow end of the pool. Her hands studied every inch of him, the water swirling around them. Allie gazed into his eyes, seeing the mirror of her own desire.

* * * *

Every time he closed his eyes and felt the smooth, warm curves of her body, he reacted with an intense passion. Her wet mouth took and tasted, slithering down his body. His cock bobbed in the water, on the verge of detonating. She kissed and nibbled, nestling on the sensitive area of skin near his balls. She was taunting him. He was crazed with lust waiting for her mouth to take him inside. His groin flooded with heat. Her fingers fluttered against his balls as the water sloshed over him.

“So nice, baby.” His breaths came faster. He held her hair away from her shadowed face. Her tongue felt like paradise, licking the underside of his cock. Her palm held his balls, gently kneading. His groan rose into the tranquil night air as she pulled his cock between her lips, into a deep tunnel of wet heat.

“Ah, God, that’s it, baby, take it all.” He thrust his hips, feeding his cock deeper into her mouth. He stroked her cheek, her strawberry-blond hair now looking like fire in the subdued light. The moon’s glow spread across the water with a pearly sheen that rippled on the surface.

“You’re so beautiful.” His chest tightened. His heart swelled, pushing against his chest. His emotions raged.
Why is it always the one who is taken?
He pushed the thought from his mind, watching Allie’s mouth work his cock.

“I want to be inside you,” he panted, unable to hold back. Cool air washed over his dick. She slid up his body. He grabbed her ass. His fingers slid down the seam, needing to feel all of her forbidden places. “I want to watch you fuck me.” Marty steered her hips.

Allie straddled his cock, guiding it into her pussy. Her wet heat bled through his cock, shooting straight to his core. Her head fell back, her lids fluttering closed. The water glistened on her skin. Her back bowed, her breasts rising with each rushing breath. Marty held them in his hands, his thumbs and fingers pinching her nipples. Allie’s hips rolled over him, pressing then easing off.

“Come with me.” Her raw cry called to him. He slid his hand down the curves of her hip, dipping between her folds. He fingered her clit, watching her body react to his touch. “Yes,” she cried. “Right there.”

“Christ almighty, you’re so hot, such a sweet thing, fuck me, baby, you do it so good.” He groaned, grinding his body into hers. He looked up at her, her mouth slack with pleasure, her body moving and shuddering, absorbing all the lust. Marty liked what he saw. Allie was relaxed and open, relishing in their pleasure. The fact that she was able to take whatever he could dish out only tempted him more. The wave swelled between them. He stared at her in awe, hearing her breath catch, then release in a long, hissing sigh. Every pore on his body opened, filling with her. He thrust into her, wanting to mark her deeply, leaving a piece of him inside of her.

“You’re so amazing.” His voice was thick. His heart started to sink. He would have to seize every moment with her, knowing it would soon all come to an end.

Her body lay over his. Marty shifted his weight off the concrete steps, sitting up to face her. Allie settled in his lap, toying with the scant hairs on his chest. Her mossy-green eyes met his. Her lips curved into a seductive smile.

“That was so good.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “You felt perfect.” Marty held her face in his hands, his lips molding to hers. The demands of their kiss reached in deep, rearranging things inside of him.

“I want you to know I was attracted to you first, not her.”

“Okay, but I’m not concerning myself with what happened between you and Tess.” Allie stood up and took his hand. Her words bit back. He regretted his, but he wanted her to know. His urge for her had been smoldering since the very beginning. She was something he didn’t think he’d ever be able to have.

Their skin glistened in the moonlight as the water fell from their bodies, dripping onto the concrete. Allie walked him over to a small grassy area near the back corner of the fence. She spread down two towels, and sat down in the grass. She reclined back, her naked body sprawled out before him. His cock grazed his belly, stiff as a stalk, ready to take her again.

“I don’t care about anyone else right now, as selfish as that sounds.” Allie stared up at him. “Our world for the next nine days is you and me.” He was taken aback by her words, but they didn’t disappoint.

Marty’s body greeted hers. Water dripped from the ends of her hair, dotting on her skin. Their moist bodies slid against the aching flesh of the other. He wanted her again, wanted to fill himself with her. He fell into her eyes. He knew they were peeling the layers away, touching a part inside the other that no one else ever had. He could feel it. It was a certainty that couldn’t be mistaken.

His eyes held hers the entire time he was inside of her, reflecting his desire. He moved with her, taking all that he could. He reeled the words back, knowing he couldn’t give them life. Her eyes locked with his, her gaze agreeing that they shouldn’t be said.

Chapter 14

Allie and Marty were halfway through their delicious respite. His wall was almost halfway done. Allie was starting to stall on the project, wanting to drag it out so she would have an excuse to go over to his house once Tess returned.

It was pouring rain. Marty had been unable to work outdoors. He was in her studio watching her do some graphics for work, keeping her company.

“How come you and Dan never got married?” He turned back to look at her. He was sitting in the rocker he’d given her, drinking a beer. “He must’ve asked you.”

“He did, several times. I was the one who said no.” Allie turned away from her computer.

“Why?”

“Because I would’ve married his job, not him. He refused to change jobs. I wanted him to do something that required less traveling.” Allie checked her tone, realizing it sounded hard.

Marty frowned. “I don’t know Dan well, but it seems that he’s a bit obsessed with money.”

“He is.” Allie left her desk. She stood over Marty, fingering his hair.