Chapter 5
Liam
She’s so beautiful that it’s fucking distracting.
I can barely think because Avalon is innocent and gorgeous, staring at me with those wide blue eyes while licking her lips.
The flicker of that pink tongue makes my snake jerk, and goddamn, it even spurts a bit.
Thank fuck for indigo denim because the color won’t show any stains, although by the time I’m done with Avalon, there’s going to be sperm all over the furniture.
After all, when I ducked into my office, I made a call to my bud, Rick Purdy, immediately.
“Yo,” he cackled, picking up on the first ring. “What’s up?”
“You tell me,” I said. “What’s with the babysitter? You know I’m up at the cabin, and my daughter isn’t even with me right now.”
The bastard cackles again.
“Yeah, exactly. Ellie’s with her mom, right?
But that’s the point. I know you’ve been working non-stop and went up to your hidey hole for some much-needed R&R.
But who gives a fuck about snowy evenings, hot chocolate, and long, contemplative hikes through the woods?
That shit is for losers. What you need is a woman. ”
“So you sent Avalon,” I say in a deadpan voice.
My friend cackles again.
“Yeah, def. Don’t worry, she’s been vetted because I booked her through Sweet Lies.
You know, through that gifting service that they just started.
It’s like Candygrams for Valentine’s Day, but instead of sweets you get a beautiful nymph to fucking destroy.
Use her, my man. Fuck all her holes and leave them dripping with sperm and then tell me how it is. ”
“I love your way with words,” I say in a dry tone. “So poetic.”
I can almost hear Rick shrug.
“I’m just saying. She’s already been paid for, and she knows what’s up. Is she wearing sexy lingerie? Have you gotten her to do anal yet?”
“Avalon just stepped through my door,” I say in a deadpan voice. “I haven’t done anything except exchange names.”
“Who the fuck cares about her name?” Rick crowed. “Fuck her, my man. She’s not getting any younger, and neither are you! What are you waiting for? It’s time to coat your cock in pussy juice before it shrivels up and drops off!”
I snort because Rick Purdy is a total asshole.
He’s the billionaire owner of a luxury skin care line, but you’d never know it from the way he talks.
You would never guess that he peddles six hundred dollar face creams and ten thousand dollar laser treatments because that shit is feminine, refined, and chic.
Meanwhile, this motherfucker is telling me to fuck my babysitter before leaving her holes filled with sperm. What a douche.
But it’s Rick’s rude, yet aggressive, instincts that have made him into a billionaire, and dare I say it?
The dude is a genius businessman. Tatti Cosmetics is known the world over, and they’re expanding into new territory with laser treatments, PRP injections, and even gene therapy.
His products and services are at the forefront of the “medspa” trend, and tellingly, Rick’s got his finger in every pot.
I shake my head with disgust, but also admiration.
“Fine. Got it. I need to go because Avalon’s waiting for me, but thanks for the gift, I guess.”
Rick chortles on the other side of the line.
“Remember to fuck her hard,” he sings. “At twenty, she’s just the right age. Old enough so that you can fuck her like an animal, but young enough so that her pussy’s still insanely tight. Have fun, my friend.”
Then, the bastard hangs up, leaving me staring at my cell.
Damn, what a douche. But I’m grateful to Rick because what he said about my overall mood is true.
I am exhausted, but it’s only partially due to work.
Instead, I was babysitting my younger daughter, Ellie, this past week while her mom was on vacation.
Sure, we have nannies, but I decided that this was the perfect time for some intensive parenting, and got my ass handed to me in the process.
After all, hanging out with a five-year-old is boring, inspiring, overwhelming, confusing, and tiring all at once.
My daughter wanted to simultaneously watch a show on her iPad, eat berries, play with her favorite stuffie, and have her other toys ready to go nearby, just in case she decided to shift gears.
Not to mention mealtimes. I’ve never met someone who only eats foods that are yellow and white, which drove me up the wall because who doesn’t eat vegetables for an entire week?
I managed to get Ellie to take a few bites of banana once in a while, but that’s not the same as consuming a leafy green.
I’m going to talk to Belinda about this because our daughter can’t possibly be getting the right nutrients given her picky eating habits.
The kid needs a serious meal plan overhaul.
But yeah, Rick is right in that I came to the cabin for some peace and quiet.
After seven days 24/7 with my daughter, I’m ready to relax in solitude, and the cabin is perfect because I’m way up high on Mount Tamalo, with my closest neighbor about five miles away.
Cell service is spotty, so I keep a satellite phone handy, but even that can lose signal in a storm.
As a result, I have the perfect retreat from the world when I’m here, and it’s a fucking godsend.
As the CEO of two companies simultaneously, there are always people looking to reach me, and I’m glad to get away from that constant nattering.
But now, the curvy girl awaits. I make sure to keep a straight face as I stroll to the living room for our “CPR practice” so that Avalon doesn’t suspect.
The gorgeous blonde has no idea that the gig is up, and that I’m onto her shenanigans.
But I decide to play along a little longer because this could be fun.
Why not amuse myself and toy with the curvy girl a bit?
A CPR tutorial could be real intimate, and it’ll be sexy to be mouth to mouth, her tongue sliding against mine.
So I lie down on the rug, trying to keep my expression innocent.
“Let’s do some practice CPR,” I invite, hoping that my stiffie isn’t too obvious. “The best way to learn is a hands-on approach.”
I can tell that Avalon’s hesitant. I don’t blame her because this is not how most babysitting interviews go, but I’m enjoying myself and that’s what counts. She gets up and pads into the living room to stand beside me, her golden hair forming a halo around her head.
“Okay,” she says in a slow voice. “What should I do next?”
“Pretend I’m a child who’s unresponsive,” I say.
“Get down on your knees, and start administering CPR. It’s the same as adults, with thirty chest compressions followed by two breaths, but more gentle.
You might even want to use just one hand during the chest compressions to make sure you’re not harming the child. ”
She stares at me, a pretty flush on those pink cheeks.
“But you’re not a child.”
“Just pretend,” I say persuasively. “Come on, give it a go.”
The beautiful blonde swallows, hesitating for a moment, and I wonder if she’s going to call everything off. I wonder if Avalon’s going to spill the beans and reveal that actually, she’s here on behest of Sweet Lies and Rick Purdy’s dirty intentions.
But the golden goddess straightens her shoulders and then gets down on her knees beside my recumbent form.
“Okay,” she murmurs. “I’m going to put my hands on your chest and do some compressions. If they’re too strong, tell me and I’ll use one hand. Just let me know because I don’t want to hurt you.”
I chuckle, distracted by the silky tendrils of hair wisping around her cheeks, as well as the lushness of her big breasts. Damn, the young girl is gorgeous and I can smell a sweet floral scent now that she’s close. How easy would it be to drag her face towards me for a passionate kiss?
But the charade must go on, and I school my features into a serious expression.
“I’ll let you know if you’re being too forceful,” I agree. “Go ahead and start.”
Avalon lifts her hands and places them delicately on my chest, right at my breastbone. Then, she begins to push rhythmically.
“One,” she huffs. “Two, three, four!”
I interrupt her.
“Sweetheart, go harder. Use more force because I hardly feel a thing.”
She nods, her expression growing intense as she focuses on her clasped hands on my chest.
“Five,” she pants. “Six, seven, eight!”
“Harder,” I growl again. “Really put your weight into it. Use everything you’ve got.”
The curvy girl pulls back for a moment, her expression confused.
“But I need to be soft with a child. They’re small and their bones are more delicate. If anything, I need to be more gentle.”
“No, no,” I respond immediately. “What you’re doing right now isn’t even enough for child CPR. It’s not going to be effective because your touch is like a butterfly’s wing. I’m serious when I say you need to go harder,” I instruct. “Be forceful. Don’t hold back.”
Avalon looks doubtful but places her hands back on my chest.
“Nine,” she pants, a light sweat breaking out on her brow. Her cheeks are rosy and she huffs with exertion. “Ten, eleven, twelve!”
I stop her again.
“Avalon, sweetheart, maybe it’s the angle but these thrusts are too weak.
They’re not enough even for a child. Would it help for you to straddle me?
I know we just met, but this is in the name of health and safety.
Perhaps if you straddle me, you’ll be able to throw more of your weight behind the compressions and really get some leverage. ”
She looks doubtful for a moment.
“I guess I can try,” she says in a low voice.
“Yes, try,” I say urgently. “Remember, this could be the difference between life and death for a child. A kid’s very existence is hanging in the balance.”