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  Pulling him down close to me, he slows, not able to go hard, and I kiss him, getting lost in the moment we are in. But Jett doesn’t like it slow, I can tell. He stretches up, and I unwrap my arms from behind his head, which he pins above me, slamming me so hard that I almost scream. “Yes, Jett,” I cry out in passion, and he picks up speed. “Say my name again,” he orders me.

  “Fuck me, Jett,”

  “More,” he commands.

  “Come inside my tight pussy, Jett.”

  He squeezes my wrists tightly, and I sense that he’s close. “Harder, Jett.” He tenses then slams our bodies together, releasing a strong blow of cum inside me. I feel every pump from him filling me; his cock is so hard that I’ve never felt my pussy so tight, and I lose it, wailing beneath him as we share the pleasure, and yet again, Jett takes an orgasm from me as if it is his to take.

  Chapter 7

  Jett

  Watching Natalie sleep naked in my bed has to be the most gorgeous sight. Her soft hair is messy, spread all over my sheets, and I knew from that instant I laid eyes on her that I had to have her.

  “Morning,” I tell her, and she looks at me through her tired eyes.

  “Hi,” she whispers, seeming a bit shy. But she rolls onto her back letting her tits slip from beneath the covers. She’s not shy at all. Gently I rub over them and tell her, “You were amazing last night.”

  “Only because of my partner.”

  “We should do it again.”

  “Yeah?” she asks.

  “Uh huh.” I pull her on top of me, her warm body fitting over mine, and as I begin to kiss her neck, she asks me, “What time is it?”

  “Ten-thirty.”

  “Damn, I should go. I have to get my things out of the house before Tom gets there.”

  “Will you stay the weekend here with me?”

  “I don’t know, Jett. We just met, and I don’t want to intrude.”

  “You’re not intruding. Why would you think that?”

  “Please, I know how men are.”

  “Maybe other guys, but not me,” I tell her, agitated that she’s comparing me to the dickheads of the world. I’m not one of them.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. But you are a guy and let’s not forget you did lure me to your office under false pretenses when we met.”

  “Come on, you know I have your best interests at heart. If you don’t want to stay here, then I’ll just follow you, but I need your pussy and your mouth,” I say as I run my thumb over her lips. My cock is hard, and I nudge it against her. “See what you do to me?” I tell her, and she slides to the side, grabbing ahold of it. “Don’t act like last night wasn’t mind-blowing.”

  “Oh, it was,” she confirms, and I can’t help the satisfied expression that covers my face.

  “So you’ll stay?”

  She looks at me and smiles, “Do you cook?”

  “Baby, I can do all sorts of things,” I tell her, letting her stroke my dick. Oliver whines at the door, and I hop out of bed naked, letting him outside. She looks at my ass then my cock and says, “Jesus, how’d that fit inside me?”

  “You were really wet,” I tell her as I slip on a pair of shorts and try to control my thoughts. She’s so sexy in my bed, and I’m hard for her. But right now, we don’t have the time to fuck. I have to take her to her place to get her stuff.

  “You like coffee, right?” I ask her, and she nods watching me from my bed as I start a pot of coffee.

  “Can I ask you something?” she hollers out to me.

  “Sure, shoot.”

  “Why are you so interested in me? I’ve clearly got baggage, and by us being together I’m putting you in a compromising situation.”

  “You think I can control what my mind and body want? Since the moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you. I don’t give a shit about consequences. You could be married to my dad, and I’d have you.”

  She doesn’t respond to my words, and I glance into my room, wondering what she’s thinking. Whatever it is, the one thing I know about Natalie is she’s been hurt, and I need to prove to her that I will not hurt her, and by being honest, I hope I can.

  “Where are my underwear?” she calls out to me.

  I smirk and open the door for Oliver to come back inside. “You mean my underwear?” I ask, and she glares at me from the edge of the bed with her pants in her hands. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you were wet for me…so now they’re mine.”

  “Oh my God, do you keep lots of women’s underwear?”

  “Nope, just yours. I really don’t date. I work insane hours, and when I’m home, Oliver keeps me busy.”

  “Really?” she asks me, mulling over what I just said as I hand her her t-shirt that was in the kitchen.

  “Yeah, really.” She’s got the most beautiful expression on her face. “What’s it gonna take from me to prove to you that you’re different?” She gives me a small smile and my phone rings, interrupting the moment. I grab it off my nightstand to see Tom is calling me.

  “You better get dressed,” I tell her, knowing we need to beat him in and out of her place.

  “Can I please have my underwear?”

  “No, ma’am, you may not.”

  She huffs pulling her shirt over her head and then gets up, opening my dresser drawers. I chuckle watching her dig through all my stuff. Grabbing a t-shirt from my closet, I walk back out and ask her, “Are you done? We should probably get going?”

  “You know what, Jett Jordan? You’re a thief!”

  “Should’ve kept your naughty little pussy dry and I wouldn’t have had to keep them.”

  Chapter 8

  Natalie

  Glancing around my room, I think I have everything I need. I mean, I’m not sure what Jett has in mind for the weekend, so I might be missing something, but whatever it is, it’ll be here when I get back.

  “Is this your mom?” Jett asks me, holding a picture of us shortly before she passed away. My mind drifts back to that time, to how brave she was and how much she loved being here in this house. She said it was a dream come true, to live by the ocean, and I’ll forever hold that close to me that I was able to give her that in her final days. My mother was an amazing woman, raising me all alone. I never knew my dad, so she filled both roles, and I hope in life I can be half the woman she was.

  “Yeah, that’s her.”

  “How did she pass away?” he asks me.

  “Lung cancer.”

  “She smoke?”

  “Nope, which really blew us away when she was diagnosed.”

  “Wow, I’m sorry, Nat. You two look a lot alike.”

  “That’s what everyone says.” I take the picture from him and run my thumb over the image. I’m tempted to take it with me, but I’m going to lock my room, so I know it’ll be fine. Tom might be an asshole, but he’s not a monster. “Are you ready?” I ask, feeling a little bad that it took me so long to pack.

  “Yup.” He kisses me gently and then takes my bag to lead me outside. But once we reach the front of the house, we’re both stopped when we hear the sound of a car door close. I scurry to the window and spot Tom outside.

  “Shit, it’s Tom,” I tell him, knowing there is no way to get out of this. “What do we do?” I ask, and he gives me my bag.

  “Go to my house, I’ll handle, Tom,” he passes me a key to his place, andI nod, listening to his words because I trust Jett. He could tell me that we were going to rob a bank, and I’d follow him which I know sounds crazy, but I can’t help it. Grabbing my car keys, I give him a smile heading outside, and I’m stopped at the door as Tom is coming inside. He looks at me with disgust, the same look he’s been giving me for months. It’s as if the man hates me.

  “What the fuck are you still doing here?” he snarls at me and I could lay into him so good right now, to give him what he deserves, but I don’t. I won’t stoop to his level; I’m bigger than that.

  “I’m leaving like you requested.”

  His
attention is quickly diverted off of me as he sees Jett standing in the kitchen. “Well, it’s about time, Tom,” says Jett. “What’s so urgent that I needed to come here?”

  “What are you talking about?” Tom asks him, and I slip out, thankful that Jett is as quick on his toes as he is.

  Loading my bag in the trunk, I get in my car and notice it’s only 11:30am. Tom is early. I make the short trip back to Jett’s house, my relief building being out of there. Going inside his house, Oliver greets me with a warm, friendly hand lick and then gets his ball. “You wanna play fetch?” I ask, and he runs to the back door, sitting his butt down and looking outside. I watch him looking outside; he’s frozen.

  What a cool dog.

  Before I take him out, I pour myself a cup of coffee from the pot that Jett made before we left.

  “Ready?” I ask Oliver, and he nudges the sliding door with his nose. I open it, and he flies outside, so fast you’d think he was gonna run away, but that seems how he is. He goes and pees then trots back and drops the ball at my feet. Lifting the neon blue rubber sphere in my hand, I toss it as far as I can into the water and watch him run after it. I take a seat on the sand to keep myself calm and enjoy my coffee.

  I wonder what Tom is saying to Jett or if he believes whatever line of bullshit he’s feeding him.

  “Fuck, I like coming home to you,” Jett says, and I glance back to see him walking down the stairs.

  I blush, his words are so sweet. “So…how’d things go?”

  “As expected.”

  “What’s that mean?” I ask him alarmed.

  “He accused me of sleeping with you.”

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  “Swear to God. I think men can smell pussy on each other.”

  “What did you say?” My heart is pounding, and I’m nervous of his response.

  “As much as I wanted to tell him yes and to fuck off, I didn’t. I made up some bullshit lie that my secretary called me and asked me to meet him there.”

  “And he bought it?”

  “Yeah, I think so. The strippers showed up, so he was all discombobulated. He reminded me a lot of Oliver when you throw his ball; it’s all he could focus on.”

  Oliver comes up and gives me his ball, which Jett gawks at, and I giggle as I throw it again. “What am I chopped liver?” he asks, but Oliver is already in the water.

  “Thanks, Jett.”

  “Of course, but you don’t need to thank me, I didn’t do anything.”

  “Yes, you did. I mean the risk you’re taking by just being with—” He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence and grabs my face, holding my chin in between his thumb and forefinger. “I did what I wanted to do. What I thought was right. I don’t owe Tom shit, so will you stop worrying so much, for me?”

  I nod taking in his words and again find myself doing just as he says—like he wants. And I have no reason to, I barely know the man, but the connection we share is so powerful that I want nothing more than know him better.

  Chapter 9

  Jett

  “Are you really not gonna help me decide what we’re gonna do this weekend?”

  Natalie nods her head, lying on my chest and I can’t think of anything except for staying right here. “Fine, let’s just stay in and fuck.”

  “Okay,” she’s quick to agree.

  “Really?”

  “Sure.”

  I contemplate her offer and wonder if that’s what we should do. Obviously, it’s clearly what we both want. My cock is so hard right now just having her in my arms, but I want to give her more than sex. I want to show her how much she means to me. We might have just met, but Natalie consumes my mind.

  “I have a boat; we could take it out?”

  “For the day?”

  “Yeah or the weekend? We can enjoy the sun, take Oliver, we can go somewhere private and stay the night. Have you ever slept with the ocean rocking beneath you?”

  “I haven’t. Is it safe?”

  “As safe as flying in a plane is.”

  “Is your boat big enough for three of us?”

  “It’s a thirty-eight-foot catamaran. Think of it like an RV on the water.”

  “Okay, let’s do it!” I love her enthusiasm and how much she trusts me. That alone turns me on a thousand times more than I already am and that’s saying something. Running my hand up her body until I’m cupping her neck, I lean down and stroke my tongue over hers. She moans softly, kissing me back. Her eyes are tightly shut, and I glance down to see her press her legs together. Reaching over, I place my hand inside her pants. She still doesn’t have any panties on, and I love it.

  I touch her moist slit, softly spreading her open for me. Eagerly she kisses me faster and harder, urging me to play with her more.

  I love her pussy; there’s just something about it. Maybe it’s how smooth it is, or how tight she is, but whatever it is, it drives me crazy.

  She pushes against my hand as I play with her clit, just the same way that we are kissing one another. My cock is jealous, so needy, wanting attention too, but I know I’ll get my time once I slide in the heaven that is her pussy.

  Suddenly, she breaks our kiss out of the blue and says, “Please finger me.”

  “Why?” I ask, teasing her, running the tip of my finger around her juicy opening.

  “Because I love the way you do it.”

  “But I don’t want you to come yet,” I tell her.

  She glares at me unsatisfied, then yanks my cock out of my shorts. Desperately she begins to suck me, trying to get what she wants. Urging my hips upwards, I give her a little more of me and allow myself to enjoy a minute of the pleasure.

  Her lips are stretched wide, and her tits are just visible through her shirt as she kneels, pleasing me like a good girl.

  Placing my hand on the back of her head, I push her further down on me, and she sucks a few times then gags and pulls away, breathless.

  “Fuck, you’re hot,” I tell her as she strips naked. The perfection that is her body makes me want to overpower every bit of her with my lips.

  “Take your shorts off,” she tells me. I stand listening, wanting to take care of her, but the instant that they are halfway down my legs, she pushes me backward straddling my body. My hands grip the tops of her thighs, and as much as I want this, I’m not sure how I feel about letting her have all the control so soon. But she takes what she wants. The decision is stripped away from me as she clenches my massive cock in the palm of her tiny hand and lines it up with her opening, slowing gyrating her hips, spreading her wetness all over me.

  Her tits are in my face. Both are very distracting, and I grip them hard, sucking on her perky nipples as she finally settles all the way around me.

  With her hands on the top of her head, our eyes stay connected as she begins to bob up and down on me. “Yes,” I grunt, finding that with Nat, I like letting her have the control.

  “God, Jett,” she cries out, and I squeeze her hips, slamming her down on me as I thrust up into her.

  “You like it hard?” I fiercely ask, and she pinches her own nipples, looking at me through her sex-driven eyes.

  “God, yes,” she whines, her voice soft and sexy.

  “You’re such a dirty slut,” I tell her. My filthy mouth seems to make her fuck me harder. “Fuck,” I grunt, my balls are already tightening, and I fight my orgasm, closing my eyes trying to push away the vision of her on top of me. But her noises won’t stop.

  Fuck, she’s good, far too good, and I can’t stop what she’s doing to me. Then the instant she shudders on top of me, screaming my name, I fuck her hard and fast, filling her tight little cunt with every bit of cum I have.

  Chapter 10

  Natalie

  “There are some islands about twenty miles off the coast. I figured we could have dinner there and then sail into the night,” Jett tells me as we park at the marina.

  “Okay. Do you use your boat often?”

  “Not as often as I’d like, bu
t I think any boat owner feels that way.”

  I smile inside, excited for our weekend excursion and to embark on a journey with him. I especially need to get away from all of the drama that seems to be consuming my life lately.

  Jett hops out of his SUV and grabs our bags and the food. I open the door to follow behind him, but the instant that Oliver sees an opportunity, he darts over me and runs off towards the dock. “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay; he knows where he’s going.”

  I watch him twist and turn, making his way out of our sight, and I sure hope that Jett is right.

  “Are you excited?” he asks me.

  “Yeah.”

  “You sure? You seem a little quiet.”

  “I’m sure. I could use some time away from everything and what better way than with a sexy man like yourself.”

  “Well, thank you. I hope I don’t let you down.”

  We walk down the dock, and he stops in front of a gorgeous, teal boat and holds his hand out for me as he steps onboard. Oliver is already waiting for us, walking around sniffing everywhere. “Wow, this is amazing.” I take in not only the size but the beauty of his boat. And staring at Jett getting everything ready, I realize how lucky I am to be here with him.

  ***

  After a very thorough run down on the boat rules and safety guidelines it’s become clear to me how seriously Jett takes things when he’s out on the water. He needs everything in perfect order and safety is his number one priority—which I like.

  “We don’t need to dock anywhere. We could just cook out here?” I offer, not wanting this time just him and I on this boat to be interrupted by stopping at an island.

  “Yeah, sure, if that’s what you want.”

  “It is,” I tell him, with my knees huddled to my chest as I rest my chin atop of them, staring out at the glassy blue ocean. For the first time in days, my mind feels clear. The stress of the divorce and Tom and are all gone—I feel at peace with everything. I trust that with Jett by my side, everything will be okay.