The Lake Series Erotic Romance Bundle Page 2

  I tousled my wavy hair away from my eyes. No time to change.

  I walked briskly to the door feeling ridiculous like an overly enthused speed walker.

  After peeping through the peephole and seeing her long blonde hair in silky curls, dressed in leggings, tall flat tan boots, and a puffy jacket with white fur, my breath caught.

  She looked like an angel. She was here. And, she was carrying just what she promised—a basket of goodies and what appeared to be champagne.

  I unlocked the door and Yankee immediately leaped out to greet her.

  “Yankee, come back here.” I snapped with my drink free hand.

  “Hi Victoria.” I said huskily.

  “Um, hi Professor Jacobs.” She shyly tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

  “Rick.” It’s Rick from now on. No more Richard.

  Good. I like that progression. My wife’s voice echoed.

  “Rick,” she smiled.

  “Well, come in. Come in.” I gestured, motioning her in.

  “Thank you,” she walked past me and her puffy jacket felt soft as it brushed my arm. Her scent was intoxicating. I shut the door with my back, transfixed, watching her look around the open living space, taking in everything. The living room was furnished with ivory, rustic furnishings coupled with light wood floor. The kitchen was modern with white washed cabinets, and stainless steel appliances. To the front of her, the floor-to-ceiling windows displayed a stained wooden deck with a fire pit and reclining chairs overlooking the water.

  She turned around to face me. “This place is beautiful. I love the lightness. It’s so inspirational. No wonder you come here.” She looked around once more. “May I put this somewhere?” She held out the basket.

  “Sure, sure.” I locked the door and walked towards her pointing to the counter.

  She giggled as she placed the basket on the marbled counter, the only dark feature in the entire living space.

  “You know,” she tucked the tendril behind her ear that fell in front of her face. “It’s so funny, I mean cool, seeing you so relaxed. Bare feet, unshaven, it’s real . . . sexy. If you don’t mind me saying.” She bit her lip after staring at me for a few seconds sending heat throughout my entire body. She looked away at the contents of the basket and moved a few items around.

  I stood like a deer in headlights, afraid to move. I wasn’t sure what my next move was. I didn’t mind her saying I was sexy. In fact, I welcomed it. I brushed my hand through my hair again. Even though I was thirty-five, I still felt in my twenties. But sometimes I doubted how I felt whenever I saw the evidence of aging—the small smile lines around my eyes. So when a young twenty-something-year-old goddess says I look sexy, well, it’s a damn turn on.

  But I couldn’t let her see that.

  I cleared my throat and the next plan of action came.

  “Want anything to drink?” I faced her on the other side of the counter to where my liquor displayed proudly.

  “Sure,” her face brightened. “I brought some champagne.” She reached for the champagne and handed it to me to study.

  It was from a good region in France, an expensive region. My eyebrow lifted at the impeccable taste. But judging by her designer handbags, I was convinced it must be her parents’ money. Which made me wonder—how did they feel about their daughter being at her professor’s house. What did she tell them?

  “How about I put it in the fridge to chill.” I did so as I gave her a full view of my refrigerator filled with my healthy conscious foods and green smoothies. It wasn’t the typical beer and pizza man sustenance cave.

  “I like seeing that, you’re taking care of yourself with nutritious foods.”

  What she means, Richard, is she wants to be your nutritious food. I can read her thoughts.

  I poured her a glass of whiskey and placed the glass down loudly with small hopes of quieting the ridiculous chatter. A few ice cubs clanked. My wife’s whisper returned.

  Give her vodka.

  I sighed and reached back in the refrigerator for cranberry juice.

  No, no. POM juice.

  I was just about to ask her if she was going to dictate the entire night, but before I could ask she already had her answer.

  I won’t invade your privacy. I just want to lead you to the beginning of a wonderful journey.

  After making Victoria’s drink, I turned around to see her petting Boston by the fire. She had removed her ivory puffy jacket and her tight white sweater hugged her perky perfect breasts and it tightly covered her ass. She bent over and Richard Jr.—Rick Jr. now—nearly came to full attention. I had to look back at her drink to compose myself. I took a sip of my drink to get a grip and walked over to her.

  “I just love cats. We have three of them with us. One is expecting kittens soon.”

  I was waiting for my wife to say something sexual like, ”She wants to carry your kittens.” But it was silent.

  I handed her the drink and walked casually back to the couch, spreading my right arm over the top of the couch trying to appear cool and collected all the while I felt like a kid whose favorite professional athlete was in his home.

  I studied her more. The fire’s light illuminated her glowing skin. Her cheeks were rosy, and her pouty lips looked sinful with her shiny pink lip-gloss.

  Those lips. God help me.

  She took a sip of her drink.

  “God, I love POM and vodka. It’s like my favorite drink.” She explained in a cute, young, animated way. “I could get drunk on this one drink since I’ve been low-carbing.” She giggled.

  I heard my wife laugh.

  I couldn’t help but to smile at my wife and her great sense of humor. I shook my head, laughing.

  “What’s so funny? Are you trying to get me drunk?” She slowly stood up straightening her tight sweater dress that barely covered her ass. I couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous body. She looked around the place again.

  “It’s so modern, yet rustic. It’s just what I imagined your place to look like.”

  “Thanks,” my fingers tapped against the glass. Once she noticed I was tapping nervously, I stopped as she neared where I sat.

  For a moment, I fantasized her straddling me taking me right then and there but I quickly dismissed the crazy thought. Yes, it had been over a year since I had been with a woman and my body reminded me of this very fact every day. Could she feel this crazy need subconsciously?

  I took another sip of my whiskey and finished it. I quickly stood up but she walked towards me, stopping to stand inches from me.

  The energy between us was electrifying. Gentle rain pattered against the windows and I felt thankful for the noise. It was too quiet. I was growing afraid that she somehow could hear my screaming thoughts of wanting her—they were that loud.

  “I’m going to make another one. Do you want anything?”

  “Oh, . . . I’m fine, right now.” She flashed a sexy smile and shifted her weight, propping a hand on her hip watching my every move.

  I made another drink as her staring broke to watch the view outside the window. A part of the moon still shone brightly across the water. A few clouds obscured its’ brightness again.

  “Would you look at that view?”

  I sure do. Her backside was towards me and it was all I could do but think stupid thoughts about food or drink and not her incredibly sexy body and the way my own body reacted to her mind-altering presence.

  Be calm, Richard. Everything’s fine. You act like you haven’t been with a woman . . . Just because you find love, doesn’t mean you have to forget me. I’m going now. But remember, you only live once. Here in this lifetime at least. Where I am, time intertwines with all time eras. Make the most of your time here right now. Just because my time was up, doesn’t mean yours is. I will always be with you in spirit. What’s in your future will exceed your wildest dreams. But you have to find love. You have to. It’s the missing key to unlock it all. I love you and always will. I’ll see you when I come back from m
y journey, Richard.

  And then I felt it, her kiss on my cheek. It coincided with a sudden thunder and I nearly dropped my glass.

  “You okay there? Just a little thunder.” She teased as she walked towards me.

  “No, no.” I scratched the back of my neck and sighed. I looked down at the marble countertop and traced invisible circles. I fought back tears that threaten to appear in my eyes. I could feel it in my throat. The way it tightened when tears were on their way. I didn’t want her to leave. Her voice comforted me. Her insights inspired me. And now, I felt very alone. I took another sip of my drink and this time, gently set the glass down. I looked up with tears in my eyes at Victoria, who stood inches in front of me. She gently embraced me.

  “Shhh . . . it’s okay, Rick. I’m here now.” She then wrapped her small frame around me tighter and a feeling came over me. Comfort. Pure comfort and my entire body felt warm, as electricity shot through my entire being, filling in every space and crevice in my body.

  I pulled back and she was blurry. She gently wiped my tears and looped the basket in her arms, taking my hand, and led me to the couch.

  Once we sat down, she unwrapped the bread. It was banana nut bread—one of my favorites—and it still felt warm.

  She handed it to me and I ate the whole thing in one giant bite between sniffles all the while feeling keenly aware that she was studying me.

  “Want to know what are the favorite things I love about you?” She propped her leg up on the couch and faced me. She raked her fingers through her hair and tilted her head. “Gosh, I feel like I’m twelve again at summer camp when I had a crush on the older, mature camp counselor named Alex.” She looked down at her leg.

  Her smile at the fond memory was contagious and I smiled at the thought of her as a twelve year old crushing on the older guy.

  “Your smile. Your smile is one of the most beautiful smiles I’ve ever seen. It lights up the entire campus.” I felt myself soften at her compliment. Words always were the way to my soul. “And then, your skin.” She gently ran a finger over my arm, leaving goose bumps. “The perfect milky complexion that literally glows. You light up the entire room.” She raked her fingers through my hair causing my eyes to close at the relaxing feeling. “And then there’s your hair. Oh, God. So Johnny Depp.” She bit her lip. “You could have been a movie star or a freaking model.”

  She shrugged her shoulders, her voice soft as she rolled her eyes. “I know I’d have pictures of your baby blues all over my room. Oh my god, I can’t believe I just confessed that to you! Must be the Vodka. God. But since we are confessing, you are the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I can’t believe I’m even here next to you.” She covered her mouth and laughed as she gently placed her right hand over mine as she sighed. My eyes were still shut. I was soaking in the feeling of our connection. The last part of her confession was like a foreign language to me; she was speaking, but I wasn’t really listening. I couldn’t stop thinking about what her touch did to my body.

  “The way you devote your heart to inspiring the next generation . . . I find that not only sexy, and stimulating—”

  Did she just say stimulating? My eyes popped open. She knew how to make my eyes go dry in a snap. I moved uncomfortably, trying to stay calm—down there. How embarrassing would it be if I—

  “But amazing. I feel drawn to you, and I have since the first moment I heard your lecture on free will and religious texts.” She reached for her drink on the floor and took a slow sip. My body was free from her touch for a moment and I could finally breathe. I needed my drink. Where was it? I looked around and remembered I left it in the kitchen. I eyed her drink.

  “Oh, you want some of mine?”

  I nodded and she handed me hers. I finished it unapologetically.

  “So, when I found out you were married, I used to go back to my dorm room and imagine I was her. The lucky one. When I found out what happened, I felt it in here.” She touched her chest. She dragged her finger to the middle of her cleavage, slowly up and down and then lifted to her chin where she scratched lightly, pondering.

  “I felt drawn to you. There’s so much life in you and—”

  And then I did it. Not sure what came over me—well, yes I knew—her intoxicating spell, I reached for the back of her neck, her silky waves between my fingers, and I kissed her moist delicious POM covered lips. I could taste my own fallen tears on her tongue. After a moment of tenderness, I pulled away and her eyes were still closed.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You’re . . . uh, very beautiful.”

  She opened her eyes and bit her lower lip. Her tongue lightly wet her bottom lip.

  “You don’t know what type of fire you just lit in me. You make me so crazy.” She whispered.

  Then, there it was. The awakening of Richard Jr., he stood in full attention ready for orders. I quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it on top of my lap feeling like a fifteen year old making out on the couch with the cheerleader in the living room while his parents were sleeping.

  I rested my arms on top of the pillow, acting causal as if nothing affected me. Could she tell? I didn’t know.

  “I make you . . . crazy? A good crazy?”

  “Uh huh.”

  My heart rate elevated, my breathing shortened, and I didn’t know how to respond to this type of pass. Being married to my college sweetheart for thirteen years makes one forget how it feels at the beginning stages of arousal with someone new.

  And then she kissed me again. Hard. Eager. Full of passion. I couldn’t breathe at the urgency of her kiss. It lit a fire in me and suddenly I knew there was no turning back.

  She straddled me and took my shirt off as I felt the freedom to take hers off, as well. It was a bit tight, and she smiled in wicked delight as I tried to lift it past her breasts. Once I freed her blossoming breasts, they sat perfectly in her pink lace bra and I immediately went to them while her sweater still hung around her neck, kissing her cleavage, licking, making her moan. Her skin tasted sweet and felt so smooth and soft. I lowered the lace of her bra, freeing her hardened nipples, licking gently around it, then sucking hard.

  She gasped in pleasure.

  So I sucked harder.

  And then like a wild animal, instincts kicked in. I picked her up, cupping her ass and reached for the fur blanket on top of the chair nearby and threw it on the floor by the fire. Her arms were tightly secured around my neck, her thin leggings leaving barely any obstruction to my throbbing Rick Jr. She moaned and grind up against me, thrusting her hips in a slow swaying motion as I lowered her to the ground. This time I finally rid her of the sweater.

  I went back to sucking her pink nipples as she reached inside my sweats for my hard shaft through my boxers. The initial warm touch of her soft hand made me gasp. It felt so good to be touched again. I continued to suck harder as she squirmed, moaning in pleasure as my hands went to her leggings and removed them along with her black and pink lacy boy short panties.

  There she lay, coiled in pleasure, with her lacy bra cupping her breasts. With equal urgency she removed my boxers as I never stopped exploring her breasts, kissing her collarbone, and fondling her breasts with my hands. But I needed to feel them bare. I struggled getting her bra off and she giggled as she leaned up giving me easier access to remove her bra. Once unfastened, I cupped them again in complete admiration.

  “Your breasts are every man’s dream. So beautiful. So soft. So delicious.” I murmured as I went back to kissing them, trailing my tongue over every bare centimeter, making her writhe with pleasure. My hands found her small waist as her lips found mine again. I lowered my hand to her smooth slick opening and caressed her pleasure center as she let out a soft cry. Her body moved as if she couldn’t take the pleasure. So I trailed down to her opening and back up again, all the while kissing her nipple as my free hand twirled her other one. On and on I went until she lifted my lips to hers. Kissing, tongue to tongue, exploring, connecting as she shifted, pushing me down on the
rug, racking her fingertips over my chest and down over my abdomen.

  “You. Make. Me. So. Hot.” She whispered as she trailed her wet hot tongue down my lower abs as she grabbed my pulsing member and her plush lips found their way over the tip of the head. I moaned in seething pleasure.

  It had been so long. So long since I had . . . had—

  And then all thoughts were obliterated. She went deep and I felt the warmth of her entire mouth taking it all in and knew right then and there, I wasn’t going to be able to last long. But it felt so damn good. She pumped up and down, sucking and swirling with her tongue. A minute later I reached for her and pulled her on top of me as my fingers found their way to her silky pleasure center.

  “It’s been a while, baby. And I want to feel you before I go.”

  She was dripping wet and at the slightest touch of my thumb over her swollen nob, she cried out in pleasure.

  “Yes!” She sighed. “Me too . . . . ”

  So, I continued, swirling, faster and faster until she couldn’t take it anymore. And in one smooth motion she inserted me into her, inviting me in deep inside as I continued to massage and stroke, as my other hand firmly held on to her hip. The feeling was euphoric. My eyes rolled as I sighed.

  She giggled between heightened moans as she moved up and down, deep and slow, until the stimulation of both of my thumbs on her velvety pleasure center sent her over the edge. She leaned down and kissed me hard as her luscious breasts lie on top of my dewy chest. Faster and faster she drove until I heard her come, causing the walls within her to clench uncontrollably, ushering my own exploding orgasm. We both cried out together between pants and passionate kissing.

  We spiraled together in waves of pleasure as we both experienced the fulfilling tidal wave of release. I let out a long sigh as she collapsed on top of me grinning from ear to ear, laughing softly. My heartbeat raced as if I had run three miles.

  “Oh, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” She let out a long sigh and stared into the fire and I knew it. I was screwed. Literally and metaphorically.

  Once you have a taste of driving and owning a luxury car, you never go back. And Victoria was a Bentley. I wanted her. Not just for a one time exciting moment of pleasure together. For more.