Chapter 17
Zach
I sit at the back of
the boat as Clint motors across the lake water. My eyes dart between
Moira to my left, and Cara to my right. I compare the two ladies
because I find it fascinating that I’m in the company of two
equally beautiful women, yet only one really appeals to me.
What is it about
Moira that sets her apart?
Is it the fact I
know her body intimately? Is it because she’s knows me better
than Cara does?
Or is it because she
lets me dominate her and that appeals to my inherent need for
control?
I don’t think
that’s it… not totally anyway, because I’m finding
the concept of control is subjective.
For example, Cara is
quite lovely. She’s wearing a hot pink bikini that’s not
much more than a few triangles of shimmery material that barely
covers her breasts and pussy. Her long, blonde hair is loose and
blowing in the wind. Her lips are full, and I’m betting she
would give an amazing blow job.
But she doesn’t
have much going on in the brains department. She only seems to want
to talk about herself and what nail polish would go best with her
tan. I had to suppress a laugh when Cara swung a long leg across,
placed her foot on my thigh, and asked me what I thought about the
color of her toenails.
Like I could give a
shit.
Moira just rolled
her eyes and turned her gaze out over the water.
While Cara is almost
completely naked, Moira is wearing a T-shirt over her bathing suit
and a pair of denim shorts. I do notice that her toenails are painted
a pale pink and it makes me want to worship her feet, which just goes
to show you… maybe the color does make a difference.
Clint slows the boat
until its idling and turns to face us. “Okay, Moira. It’s
your turn. Are you ready?”
Moira stands up from
her seat and gives a gaming smile. “Sure. I told you I pretty
much suck at water skiing, but I’ll give it a go.”
We’ve all had
a turn so far. Cara and Clint are quite good, but I learned that they
pretty much spend much of their summers on the water, drinking beers
and wine coolers and soaking up the sun. Rough life, for sure.
I did amazingly well
when it was my turn. It was exhilarating to get pulled behind the
boat with the wind whipping at me and the spray of the water keeping
me cool. According to Cara, who made a point to put her hand on my
bicep after I got back in the boat, I’m good at skiing because
my upper arms are so strong.
Moira rolled her
eyes at that too and even snorted, which caused Cara to narrow her
eyes and glare at her.
It’s hard to
avert my gaze when Moira pulls her T-shirt over her head, revealing a
much more modest bathing suit top in black, her breasts—which
are smaller than Cara’s—are adequately covered. I’m
pleased by this because I haven’t failed to notice the way
Clint watches Moira. She shimmies out of her shorts, revealing black
bottoms that cover her ass nicely, with delicate straps that rest
over her hipbones.
Fuck, did I pay a
lot of attention to her hipbones last night between my tongue and my
fingers digging in there. I’m surprised she’s not
bruised.
Clint helps Moira
into the life vest, and I want to growl in frustration as he fastens
the straps across the front. But there’s nothing I can do
because Moira doesn’t want anyone to know that we’re
fucking each other. And by the way I want to pummel Clint into the
boat deck because of the way he’s standing too close to her, it
would be obvious that we’re fucking if I were to do that.
Cara stands up from
her seat and says, “I’ll drive this time.”
While Cara gets
behind the wheel, Clint helps Moira with her skis and getting into
the water. I turn in my seat to watch her, noting the determination
on her face as she takes hold of the rope, the tips of her skis
bobbing out of the water in front of her.
Her eyes cut to
mine, and I give her an encouraging smile. She rewards me with a
quick grin that is so bright that it actually tightens my stomach in
longing to see it again. Yes, that smile is definitely something that
sets Moira apart.
Cara looks over her
shoulder and calls out. “Is she ready?”
Moira nods and
yells, “Giddy-up.”
The engine revs as
Cara starts it forward with smooth speed, and I watch as Moira easily
lifts up out of the water. She gets all the way up with no issues,
her gaze focused on the boat.
Cara increases the
speed a bit, and Clint yells out, “You’re doing great.
Bend your knees a bit more.”
Moira does as
directed, and she looks steady. A slow smile comes across her face
and I just sit there, enjoying the beauty of my lover as she skims
across the water.
I know Moira won’t
have the upper arm strength to stay up long, and I’m actually
itching for another chance to get back out there. This is one of the
most fun things I’ve done since I’ve come to the States…
exclusive of the time I’m sunk deep inside of Moira.
Suddenly, Cara cuts
the wheel of the boat hard right, and Moira slings outward over a
large wake that was churned up by the boat’s engine. As soon as
the skis crest over the top of the wave, I watch as Moira’s
legs shoot out from under her and she goes spilling toward the water,
tumbling end over end.
“Cut the
engine,” Clint yells at Cara. I watch as she throttles it back,
turning her head over her shoulder to look behind her… a
wicked smile on her face as she sees Moira bobbing in the water.
“Oops,”
she says as her eyes cut to me innocently. “I thought I saw a
log floating in the water and was trying to avoid it.”
“Geez, Cara,”
Clint says with a good-natured laugh. “You’re a menace on
the water. I’m driving from now on.”
Cara gently turns
the boat and heads back toward Moira. She’s no worse for the
fall, even giggling when we pull up to her. I lean over the boat and
give her a hand, easily lifting her up and turning her so she can sit
on the edge.
“Are you
okay?” Cara asks solicitously.
“I’m
fine,” Moira says with a grin. “Scared the crap out of me
at first, but it didn’t even hurt. I want to try it again.”
I note that Cara
grimaces, but I shoot a quick grin at Moira. While Cara and Clint
change positions behind the wheel, I lean down and place my lips near
Moira’s ear. “You’re such a little daredevil. I
have something planned for you tonight. Hope you’re still
feeling just as adventurous.”
Moira’s eyes
flutter closed, and she groans lightly. I take that as her assent and
pull away from her just as Cara walks back to where we are.
“Zach…
I’m starting to burn a little,” Cara purrs at me as she
hands me a bottle of some lotion that I had seen Moira slathering on
her skin earlier. Fuck how I’d longed to be the one rubbing
that oily concoction onto her. “Do you mind getting my back?”
I don’t even
have to look at Moira to know she’s rolling her eyes again, and
I laugh to myself. I revel in her jealousy, but I’ll make it up
to her tonight.
“Sure,”
I say as I take the bottle and unscrew the cap.
I’m sure I
hear Moira mutter “Unbelievable,” before she scoots off
the edge of the boat and splashes down into the water.
Cara and Clint just
dropped us off at Randall’s house. Moira has been tight lipped
the entire ride home. I’m thinking it has everything to do with
the fact that once I took the suntan lotion from Cara, she promptly
undid the top and bottom ties to her bikini top and let the strings
fall away, carefully holding the material over her breasts as she
turned her back to me.
“I don’t
want to get that stuff on my suit,” she said by way of
explanation.
I quickly rubbed the
slick stuff over her skin and, when she went to tie her strings
around her neck, she let the bottom hang loosely so I got a good
gander at the rounded globes of her breasts. She gave me a hot look,
turning to face me while she tied the strings around her back.
Smiling politely at her, I turned to look at Moira, who was shooting
daggers at me. I just grinned back at her, and her mouth flattened
into a grimace.
I’ve gotten
the cold shoulder since then.
Sam greets us inside
the foyer, telling us that Randall has a late business meeting and
that he would have dinner ready for us in a few hours in the formal
dining room. Moira mutters a thanks and stomps up the stairs. I watch
her for a minute, with great appreciation for the way her ass sways
under those tight denim shorts. When she makes it halfway up the
flight, I follow her, bounding up two steps at a time.
She doesn’t
acknowledge me though and heads straight for her room. I follow her
in, pushing against the door when she tries to close it on me.
“I’m
taking a shower,” Moira grumbles, and I shut her door as I step
into her room.
“Perfect,”
I tell her. “I’ll join you.”
“Not in the
mood, Zach,” she snarls at me as she heads straight for the
bathroom. I follow close behind her, not about to let her hide away
from me.
I lean a hip against
the bathroom counter while she turns the water on, holding her hand
under the flow until the temperature suits her. When she turns toward
me, her eyebrows raise. “What are you doing in here? I’m
taking a shower, so I’ll see you down at dinner.”
Lifting my T-shirt
over my head, I casually let it drop to the floor. Moira can’t
fucking help herself. Her eyes roam over my chest briefly before
rising back up to meet mine.
“Oh no, you’re
not,” she says as she backs away. “I told you I’m
not in the mood.”
“You are
in the mood,” I tell her simply, cutting my gaze quickly down
to her chest. “I can see your nipples poking through your
shirt.”
“It’s
the air conditioning,” she grumbles. “And if you want to
fuck someone, why don’t you go find Cara? I’m sure she’ll
oblige you.”
Ah, there it is. My
little tigress is still fuming over Cara’s display this
afternoon.
“I’m
sure she’d oblige me too. No doubt she’d bend to me in a
heartbeat,” I tell her, and her face goes red with anger. “But
I don’t want her. I only want you, so get rid of your clothes.
Now.”
Moira’s eyes