Chapter 16
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PETER
I’ve been planning this since I was old enough to dream about fucking Geneva. She’s dated acrobats and artists, both more creative than I am. It’s why I’ve traveled across the United States with toys in my duffel. If I can’t be bendy or broody, I can at least be domineering.
The sexual pleasure-enhancing oil was just an added bonus I picked up on one of my business trips. Amazing what those folks in California can do with a few simple ingredients.
Geneva sits on my lap, staring at me. Her skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat. Those green eyes are half-lidded with exhaustion. I didn’t think I rode her that hard. It was just an introduction to everything I have planned for her body. Hopefully, I didn’t mess her hair into a knot. I know how hard it is to brush the tangles out.
She lets out a sigh and slumps against my chest. Her soft curves press against me. Just the thought of her perky, nude breast has me half-hard again. My hand strokes up her back.
“Come on, sweetheart. We need to get that stuff washed off you. Neither one of us wants to be found dead in this room tomorrow from a sex heart attack.” She moans, so I stand with her in my arms.
I leave the lights off in the bathroom so she doesn’t have to blink at the brightness. Turning on the water, I wait for it to heat before stepping into the shower.
“I’m going to have wet hair to sleep on,” she says.
“Then put it up while I hold you out of the water.”
She pulls her hair on top of her head. Wrapping it around into a knot, she secures it with the band she wears on her wrist. I’ve watched her put her hair up a thousand times. It never gets old. I’m mystified every time by how she keeps it up there.
“Maybe, before we wash off whatever that devil oil is you used,” she says. Her eyes open, and she spears me with a mischievous gaze. “We could get one more ride in.” She wiggles in my arms until she’d lined up to my already hard cock. Slowly, she slides down until I’m encased by her warmth. “How does that still feel so good?” she moans.
“It’s us, Geneva,” I say, sliding my hands under her ass. “We were always going to feel this good.”
“I guess this answers the sexual compatibility question.”
“Let’s hold off on that until we run a few more tests,” I suggest.
She laughs, and my cock jerks. I won’t last long this time since I slipped the cock ring off a second ago. If you think I could have lasted through sheer willpower the first time she came, you’re insane.
The one now sitting on the soap dish at my elbow I had custom-made. It’s made of brass and has her name on it. I figure if I have to wear a collar, it might as well be one I picked out.
“Peter,” she screams before clinching around me hard enough to pull me along with her. My hand slaps the shower wall to steady us. Spots flash in my eyes as lava burns up my spine. I don’t understand how I can keep coming this hard. Slowly, I set her on her feet. I can’t be relied on to keep us both standing after that.
“So, I know I said one more,” she pants. I’ve created a monster. I just hope I remain her victim of choice.
* * *
She holds me to two more before I’m finally allowed to turn off the shower. At this point, I can barely see straight. My cock has given up on me, and Geneva is asleep before she even crawls in bed. We agreed that pajamas were too much trouble. It’s why I find her sweet, naked body curled around mine the next morning.
“Are you ready for some shopping?” I ask.
She moans, kisses my cheek, and rolls out of bed.
“Or we could do something about the morning wood,” I call after her.
“You do something about the morning wood,” she snaps.
“That’s not as fun.”
“Neither is the beating my den of iniquity is complaining about.”
Den of iniquity? She has more names for her sex than a dog has fleas. I’ve heard most of them over the years as we bantered back and forth. This is a first for this one though.
“My rod of Asclepius would be happy to look into that for you.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she says, walking out of the bathroom. “What is this?” She holds open her hand. Resting on her palm is my cock ring. “I mean, I know what it is, but why is my name on it?”
“Because I’ve always belonged to you. I might as well have your name on me.”
“How long have you thought about this?”
“About us? Since we were old enough to fuck.”
“This, Peter. How long have you had this ring? Have you fucked other women with it on? Because that’s a whole other plain of messed up.”
“No. I’ve only had it about a year, which was the last time I was with anyone else.” Her eyes narrow like she doesn’t believe me. “Do you remember when I came to the office with a shiner? You’d just taken up with that douche from the country club.”
“Cooper?”
“Yes, the guy with the yuppie name. Well, I found some random woman to take home from a bar. Only problem was I slipped and called her your name instead of hers. She cold-cocked me in the face.” I’ve scooted up to rest against the headboard. She glares at me for a minute before bursting into laughter.
“Please tell me you didn’t.”
“I did. That’s when I decided to stop dicking around and wait for you.”
“Was this whole trip a plan to seduce me into bed?” Her eyes glint with laughter. I don’t think I’m actually in trouble. Yet.
“Not necessarily.”
“Peter Winsloe,” she says, batting at my chest. “I don’t think I even know you anymore.”
“Yeah, you do. I’m the same guy. Just with benefits now.” She laughs and leans in to kiss me. I turn her simple peck into something a lot more salacious.
“Nope,” she says, pressing me back against the headboard. “You promised shopping.”
I pout at her.
“But,” she continues, “if you’re very good, I might have a few tricks of my own to show you later.”
“From your lips to God’s ears.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be singing his praises later too. But, if you don’t get dressed, you’re going to meet him soon. I’m starving.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say with a salute.
“Remember that for tonight.” She sways into the other room to dress, and I head for the bathroom where I hurry to get dressed. I know one thing for sure: a hungry Geneva is an angry Geneva. She gives new meaning to the term hangry.
When she emerges from the other bedroom, she’s dressed in a sweater dress, tights, and a pair of fuzzy boots I’ve never seen.
“You look beautiful,” I say, standing from the couch.
“Thank you.” Her smile lights up her face It makes my heart skip a beat. Is this what it’s like to be a boyfriend? The last real girlfriend I had was in college, and we were never that serious. I wonder what Geneva would say if I asked.
I know I should be beating myself up for even thinking of her as my girlfriend. What happened to all that bullshit about not sleeping with your best friend’s sister? It went up in smoke the second I found her outside, catching snow on her tongue. I saw through the attitude to the woman she deserves to be. One with no fear of the future. I had to claim her as mine.
It’s not fair to hold someone to a promise made years ago when you’re young. Rand made me swear to leave his sister alone the day she started working with us. I was only twenty-two at the time. There were plenty of women in the sea.
Now I’m older and much wiser. I understand that there is no one else like Geneva, no matter how hard I search. Rand is just going to have to get over it or look elsewhere for a best friend.
The first thing we do is stop for breakfast. She nibbles on a pastry while I have the full Southwest American breakfast. It’s similar to the full British one, only the beans are better. She watches me spoon a sizable helping of them into my mouth.
“So much for not farting during sex,” she says. It takes everything I have not to blow beans all over the table.
“I told you it was an impossible requirement.” She rolls her eyes and takes a sip of coffee. I toss my spoon back onto my plate. “Now that’s all I’m going to think about.”
“Did I just ruin sex for you?” she teases.
“Nothing could ruin sex with you, sunshine.”
“Nice cover.” She laughs. “We should probably go before we upset any more serving staff.”
“That wasn’t even our best material.” I toss enough cash on the table to cover our bill and a generous tip, just in case. We walk outside, back into the cold air.
Soon we’re lost among the many art studios around Santa Fe. Geneva has always loved art. Her office was filled with it. Everything is now packed away in boxes as it travels across the country.
“Oooh, I love this,” she says. She’s looking at a stylized piece that can only be described as folk art. I know why she likes it though. The colors are vibrant. They draw you in, the way she does with me. I check the price on the wall next to it. They’re not giving it away, but I can afford it. I motion to the clerk.
“Can you ship this?” I ask when the woman approaches us.
“We’d be happy to.”
“You can’t be serious,” Geneva says.
“Consider it an office warming gift.” She gawks at me. “From your boyfriend?” We’ll see how violent this reaction will be. She mulls it over for a minute. Then, grabbing the front of my shirt, she pulls me in for a kiss.
“I’ll say a proper thank you later,” she mumbles against my lips. A voice clears next to us.
“So, can I start the paperwork on this piece?” the woman asks.
“What do you think?” I ask with my arms still holding Geneva against me.
“Definitely,” she answers. I nod, and the woman scurries off to a desk in the back. “Boyfriend, huh?”
“I was trying it on for size.”
“Does it fit?”
“Pretty damn well, I think.”
“Hmm,” she hums. Her fiery gaze meets mine. “I guess we’ll find out.”
Find out, my ass. I tried it on and found that it fit like a glove. I’m willing to risk everything for this. I won’t fight for my stake in our new business if Rand wants me out. I’ll go, but I’m taking her with me. She takes my hand when we step out of the gallery.
“Boyfriend sounds so teenage,” she says. “I think it needs a better name. Hmm, let me think.” She pulls me inside another gallery. Her voice lowers. “How about boy toy?”
“No.”
“Penis-enhanced arm candy.”
“What? That’s a definite no. I think boyfriend is fine.” We wander through the artwork before stepping back outside. There’s a café across the street that looks perfect for lunch. We’re shown to a table and order before Geneva picks back up our conversation.
“I know. Zaddy.”
“By all means, call me Zaddy in front of your brother. That should go over well.”
“Fine. Boyfriend.” She scowls. “So boring.”
“I like boring; it’s nice and simple.”
“Except you’re anything but boring or simple,” she says. “At least not in bed.”
“Just wait until I bring out the big toys.”
“You had me at big…Zaddy.”