1. Waterfalls
Waterfalls
Amity
Four months prior…
“D on’t you dunk me, man. I would prefer not dirtying up the last pair of somewhat clean jeans I have with me.” All while making sure our horses are tied up but with freedom to graze.
Laughing, Blake stalks toward me with a smirk, telling me I better run and hide or I’m done for. I take off running up the boulders near the waterfall, realizing my sense of direction is out to bite me in the ass. Up here, I am going to be trapped. The only way down is past Blake or down the waterfall. Shit! “Don’t come any closer, Blake. I will not blow you the rest of the time we are here. I swear to it!”
“Amity, come on. You know you can’t say no to my pied piper.”
“Quit calling it that. We did not agree to that name,” I admonish, stumbling backwards up the rocks to keep my eye on him. He lets out a dark, indelicate laugh, inching closer and closer to me.
“Just give in and come here, lemon drop.” I roll my eyes at that name. “I’ll even carry you down then throw you in. Instead, if you keep moving up these rocks here, we will be jumping off the top.” Shaking my head vigorously, my head swirls with ideas to kill him in his sleep. “You better quit thinking of ways to hurt me. Or I’ll be tying you up tonight.”
“Stop trying to sweet talk me and head back down. You know I’m not a fan of heights anyhow.” I’ve reached the top with nowhere to go but down. Standing close to the edge of the waterfall, my heart is racing as fast as my horse, Nevada, gallops. I feel a tight tug on my ponytail that's hard enough to spin me around, sending me falling into Blake's arms in fear I was about to slip off the edge.
“I got you, Bae,” he murmurs, running his manicured palms up my arms, then neck until he reaches my face.
“I’m not a fan of that nickname, either.”
“How about you quit turning down my pet names for you and kiss me?” Before I can deny him, his mouth is on mine. On instinct, my arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Our tongues dance together while our bodies grind against each other. Lifting me up by my ass cheeks, my legs wrap around his waist. He has my full attention with lust and need for him. My fingers are running through his hair, pulling tightly. Half for passion and half to make him feel pain for tormenting me today. His mouth moves from mine down to and across my cheek bone and neck, and I can feel him harden for me under his jeans.
“Take me now,” I whisper.
“Gosh, I wish I could, Tinkerbell, but we have somewhere to be. Get your wings out.”
“Aaaagggghhhhhhhh.” SPLASH! I swim frantically to the surface, with thoughts of me drowning him dancing through my head. But I don’t see Blake when I resurface. “Blake! Blake, where are you?” Panic sets in. That was not that high of a jump, but we did hit the water hard. Dunking my head back in the water, I try to catch a view of him, but it’s all churned up from us jumping in. I swim to the closest rock, pulling myself up to look out better. “Blake!” I shout again, frantically looking around.
“Damn, woman, I’m right here.” Blake comes swimming up next to me, so I kick my feet to splash water in his face.
“Do not ever do that to me again. I do not want to leave Costa Rica alone and have to explain to everyone you died. They won’t believe me that I didn’t do it.” Chuckling at me, he thinks I’m exaggerating, but he also knows there is truth behind my words. He swims in between my legs to pull my bottom half closer to him as I perch on the rock.
“I’m sorry, I worried you. I’ll behave for at least the rest of today.”
“Oh peachy keen. You can be such a kid.”
“I think someone has her panties in a twist.”
“Yah think? They are riding up my ass crack in my jeans.”
“Such a Princess.” I see a gleam in his eyes as he says the word.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t do what, Princess?”
“Don’t call me Princess.”
“Oh, by all means, my princess. I’m here to serve.” I roll my eyes, knowing there is no changing his mind. He stretches up, kissing my cheek in victory. “Here, slip out of your pants and I will go lay them over there on the rocks to sun dry.”
“Fine,” I say in a huff. I manage to squirm out of soaking wet Wranglers and pass them off. I look for a smooth section of the long boulder to sit my ass cheeks on as I adjust my bikini bottoms. Blake swims back over and finds that he can stand up in the water now where I moved to, putting his head up to my chest. He is a tall one for sure, at least six-five. Alluring and sensuous, like an Adonis, as my eyes roam over his bare chest and down his rippled abs.
“You checking me out, babe?”
“Hmmmm, maybe. I prefer you with your mouth closed though.”
“Oh, do you now? Even when my mouth is doing this?” He sends shivers up my spine, placing kisses up the insides of my thighs. Licking my skin in between until he reaches my center. “These need to go.” I go to sit up to remove them, but in one swoop, he has the strings on the sides torn apart and tossing them to the shoreline. “Much better; slide down to the edge for me. I’m going to remind you how incredible my mouth is.”
His tongue lightly licks up my folds, and already I am on the cusp of losing my mind. Out in the middle of nowhere, by a gorgeous waterfall, and any hiker could stop by to see this scene. It just makes this even more intense and exciting. To be caught. To be part of a show for others. I strip my wet top off, letting my breasts free because I know he loves to grab on to them when he is downtown. He instinctively reaches for them with his left hand, sending a moan into my core that vibrates through my whole body. His tongue goes deep with lethal moves as his fingers circle my clit.
My back arches. “Blake, o…o…don’t stop.” Grabbing a fist full of his hair, pushing him into me. He bends my knees up on the boulder, spreading my knees apart for more access. “Fuck me…sweet love of pineapples.”
“Come for me, Amity. Give me what I crave most.” He dives back in, lashing his tongue, biting, sucking, then dipping two fingers in me. My core clenches around his fingers as I holler my sweet release while he kisses and licks me up dry. “I swear, Amity, I will never get enough of your sweet pussy. It’s my favorite candy in the world.” Still catching my breath, he murmurs, “Now I am going to fuck you from behind, so slide your ass down here.” He carefully lifts me up toward him, then back into the water. The cool fresh water hits my naked body like ice. Feverishly kissing, tasting my candy sweetness on his tongue. His roaming of my breasts, all making me wet again. Soaked again for him. Slowly turning me around, he puts his arm across my waist to hold me up over the rock. With his other hand, he guides himself into my core.
“Blake,” I gasp out. He groans by my ear, letting me know I make him come undone. Literally . No matter how many times I am treated with his cock, it’s a damn Christmas morning surprise every. Damn. Time. Blake bites my earlobe between his teeth before sucking on it. Pulling back just enough to spank my ass, then comes back to drill me harder. Pain and pleasure. Just the way I love sex. The sounds of moans and our bodies slapping together fill the peaceful, serene air.
Close to hitting my precipice, we both hear a gasp. Turning my head to the right, I spot a younger couple who must be out for a nice hike in the rainforest to look at all the waterfalls. They are both frozen in shock as they watch Blake fuck me from behind, relentlessly. I lock eyes with the guy. His eyes never blink or waver from mine. Blake slams my body down on the boulder, taking the arm that was holding me up, to now wrapping my ponytail around his fist.
“Mine,” he growls out. “You are mine, Amity.” Thrusting harder into me, he yanks my head back with my hair, causing me to arch my back to relieve some of the pain. “They can look, but not touch. No more of anyone touching you.” My brain is firing all sorts of alerts as my heart loosens the knots around it. “Tell me you’re mine, Amity. Only mine.” Grunting at me as I can tell he is close. “Tell me now!”
I shout, “Yes, I’m yours,” at the height of my orgasm, milking him for every drop while we both grasp for air for several minutes.
“Fuck. Fuck, are you okay?” Blake asks, panting in my ear. I blink to release the man from my sights, watching the girl drag him off. All I can hope is we gave them some insight, because he looked to be a vanilla tight wad in his yellow crocks and plaid swim shorts.
Turning my attention back to Blake, I murmur, “I’m blissed out. That was, um, that was intense. Where did that come from?”
“I don’t know. My instincts are changing. Instead of just pleasing you with every desire, I now want to protect you and be the only one giving you pleasure. I know that sounds crazy and not what we agreed to, but hell.” He runs his fingers through his dark blonde hair with natural highlights from the sun.
I blink wide-eyed at him. Should I tell him when that chick was sucking him off last week, it hit a nerve? We have been “seeing each other” for eight months now. Sometimes it has just been us in bed, others we had company. I’m Amity. I do not get attached to people unless you are like my best friend ever, and I have three of those already. Damn, is he one now? I think back to all the times we just hung out at each other's apartments on the weekend, cooking, watching trashy television, him helping me with grading papers when I got behind, because he is literally in me ALL the time. “I think you are one of my best friends.” I blurt out.
He picks me up and twirls me around to hide his disappointment, then carries me over to the shore so we can get dressed. I feel so awkward right now. “Please say something. I didn’t mean for that slip. I blame all the sun we’ve had.”
He chuckles softly, almost still unsure what to say. “Give me a minute.” Taking my hair down to fix it, I watch him go to his bag and grab a small box.
“Here, this is for you.” I stare at him goggle-eyed, looking at him like he grew three heads in the last five seconds. Opening the box, I am blessed with the site of the emerald leather bracelet I had fallen in love with several days ago back in town. When we went back yesterday, it was gone.
“Oh my Jesus, Blake, you’re the one that bought it.” I jump into his arms, kissing his face all over. He pushes me back a little bit, holding me steady with his hands wrapped on my upper arms.
“I think I am falling for you, Amity.” I gasp. “You don’t have to say anything, besides, you already told me I’m your best friend, which I’m still not sure how I feel about.”
“Blake, I promise what I said is not a horrible thing. But that I meant; you are one of my favorite people. That I’m somehow attached to you and that I may be falling for you too.” His baby blues glimmer, bending down to kiss me with his soft luscious lips.
“You’re my favorite person too, peanut.”
“Still not feeling the peanut name.”
“Why not? You’re salty like one, but oh so tasty. Also, I just want a pocket full of you to snack on.”
“You’re crazy,” I say, laughing.
Blake replies, “Apparently crazy about you,” taking my face in his palm to pet. Gah, I don’t even know what to do with these precarious emotions.
“Let’s head back to town so we can wash up and head to dinner. Last night in this town. Next stop Jaco.”
“Can’t wait, let’s go.”
* * *
One week later…
“I can't believe we are headed home after a month of traveling through Costa Rica. Let alone on horseback most of the time. It was surreal. Thank you, Blake.”
“Anything for my girl.” He grabs my luggage from the taxi, and we roll into the San Jose Airport.
“That name I approve of.” He flashes me his best smile, causing my heart to skip a beat, and I smile back.
On the flight, I reflect over the last several months with Blake. Though our relationship started out on the unconventional side of things, with two other people in the bed, we had an instant connection. Sure, I had seen him around Paramour before, but never thought he was my type. He always showed up in fancy suits, expensive shoes, and watches. Has a confidence about h im that compared to a King of a sovereign country. He exudes wealth and sex. Rumor was he slept with only models, but never the same one twice unless it was an orgy. Deemed the Casanova of the Holdings brothers. Legit the complete opposite of Nash.
Then when Willa and Nash introduced us, sparks splashed across the sky. That first night we shared ourselves with each and others. There was a possessiveness we encountered though. Not wanting the other to enjoy themselves with another too much. It was without words, but of locking eyes when the other was receiving pleasure. Stepping in at the perfect time to be the cause of heightened ecstasy at the finish line. Even that night, we left my friend's place and went back to Blake’s. From there, we built a friendship with incredible orgasms as a bonus. He slowly earned his way into my life. Earned my trust and now my heart. Not by fancy dinners or extravagant gifts, but by just being there. Showing up unprompted. Making me laugh constantly and letting me know the true Blake under all the layers.
Not going to lie, this man can be hot tempered but a gentle giant. I have a theory that Clint received majority of the calmness, and all the relax the fuck out genes. Left a little for Nash and not an ounce for Blake. I have found he is spectacular at his job, closing deals, because he is ruthless. Lays all cards out of the table, except the one he keeps up his sleeve. Is cunning and a suave smooth talker. All up until something does not go his way. We’ve had our arguments of what a prick he can be, with the occasional throwing of objects. Only to relent to hot, angry makeup sex afterwards. I’ve heard him threaten people on the phone over business deals. Have words with the staff when his expectations haven’t been met instead of going with the flow. On the other hand, he has this gentle side that seems to be saved just for me. The soft touch to my arm or lower back. A kiss to the head or shoulder in the middle of a crowd. He always finds a way for us to be touching, regardless of the scene. Speaks poetry to me and sheaths me with compliments. Many occasions I have called him a mutant, which is the extreme alternative to the Diva Bitch name he gets daily.
This past week, he told me I grounded him. Checked him on his bullshit without fear of repercussions. Blake has had to learn; I am not a woman that rolls over to spread my legs for a good time. That my backbone is stronger than his, and I have no problem handling my shit. Which, he has had to teach me to soften a little and allow him to do things for me and pay for things. Like this trip. When I agreed to go, I stated I would buy my own ticket. He countered that his company has a private jet. I refused to stay at high-end resorts, so we compromised on two to three nights a week. We would indulge the resort life so he could be pampered. The rest of the time we would backpack to hostels or camp outside. Then we would trade off buying food and drinks. One, we weren’t a couple, and we do the same thing at home. Two, I didn’t want to feel like I owed him anything. At the time or later down the road for whatever our relationship was, and it didn’t last. Not a week into our trip, he managed four resort days, and somehow, we left every meal without me paying. I’ve come to learn, Blake Holdings always gets his way.
Finally landing back home in San Antonio, I say, “Home sweet home.”
“Back to reality, Nash sent me a text. I need to be in his office by nine Monday morning.”
“Ouch! That sounds rough. I’m sure all’s fine, though. My summer school class does not start till Tuesday, so I will be thinking of you cozying in bed with Hamlet.”
“You know he is my dog, right?”
“Is he though?” Giving him a wink, I start laughing. He titters, knowing damn well the black oversized rescued Newfie named Hamlet now prefers me over him these days.
“At least we have the weekend to recover. Your place or mine?” he asks.
“I probably need to check my mail. Want to hang at mine tonight so I can start laundry then switch to yours tomorrow?”
“Sounds like a plan if that is what will make my girl happy.”
“So happy,” I whisper, meeting him in the middle to kiss before un-boarding the plane.