9. Wick
WICK
Doreen’s lips were just as soft and sweet-tasting as Wick had imagined. They kissed and kissed, and when they finally released the lip lock, their bodies were pressed together and they were both panting.
Her hand ran lightly through his hair and across the insensitive skin of his scarred cheek. With most people, he would have pulled away, but he felt no need to do it with her.
“That was ....” Doreen breathed, looking into his eyes with her soft brown ones.
“Amazing,” Wick whispered. He ran a thumb across her chin, meaning not just the kiss but her, all of her.
“Do you want to ...” Doreen swallowed. “Come up to my room?”
“We have plenty of privacy here.”
Her nervous look faded into a smile. “Yes, but the ground is absolutely soaked from the rain. I’d rather keep the parts of me dry that are still dry. Not to mention bugs and sticks. No, there’s a perfectly good bed in my suite—a huge bed, actually. And a fantastic bathtub. I’ve been wanting to share both of them.”
Wick reached for the chainsaw almost absently, hardly feeling the weight as he picked it up. His other hand slipped into Doreen’s, a liberty he wasn’t sure she would allow, but her fingers immediately laced through his.
His inner thoughts, somewhere between his beaver and himself, danced shyly around the thought: Mate, mate, mate.
They fell into step as they started walking briskly. Her legs were about as long as his, making it easy to keep pace with each other.
“Hester and Mauro gave me the honeymoon suite at the lodge,” Doreen said as they walked. She started to take a wrong turn, but Wick gave her a little tug, redirecting them onto the correct path, and she came so willingly that he wasn’t sure she’d noticed, still talking. “It’s really meant for two people, I guess the name says it all, and I ... I’ve been wanting to share it with—well, with you, actually.”
Wick’s mouth felt dry, his pants distinctly too tight. He was now picturing every glorious inch of a naked Doreen, as he’d seen her in the pond in brief glimpses, despite trying to be a gentleman about it. “I would really like that.”
It seemed like a feeble response, but her hand tightened on his.
The lodge could not have come into sight a moment too soon.
Wick left the chainsaw in the truck, not bothering to lock up; he had few concerns about tool theft in this remote place, and anyway, he couldn’t spare the extra seconds. Doreen trotted ahead of him, her rounded behind flexing beautifully. Inside, there was no sign of anyone around, though he heard clattering from the kitchen. Doreen hurried up the stairs, and Wick went after her, compelled.
He had never been on the hotel’s second floor, or anywhere other than the yard or lobby before today. Doreen unlocked the door at the end of the hall using a large old iron key, ushered him in, and closed the door behind them.
He had a vague sense of a large room decorated in pink and red and white, big windows looking out on the brightly painted trees. But he barely registered any of that, because then he had a double armful of a warm, willing, and eager Doreen.
They kissed wildly. Clothing was ripped off and abandoned on the floor.
He had already seen Doreen naked, but now he got to appreciate every lovely inch of her. She was built large, not fat so much as robust, with wide hips and generous breasts. He loved it; he didn’t have to worry about breaking her, and when he laid her down on the bed, she met him thrust for thrust.
“Wait—wait,” Doreen gasped, reaching around wildly. It turned out she was trying to grab her handbag, and sat up enough to fish out a condom packet.
“You travel prepared,” Wick remarked, ripping it open with his teeth. It had been a long while since he’d put on one of these things. Long while since he’d been with anyone.
“Not gonna lie to you, I wasn’t prepared to rule out the possibility of a weekend fling. At least I wanted to make sure I was ready.”
She helped him roll it on, and then he thrust in with a slam of his hips and all conversation ceased.
Doreen was an active and lively sex partner, and Wick had to force himself back from climax until he felt her start to arch and jerk beneath him. Then he crashed over the edge, holding her as the fireworks danced behind his eyes.
Another thing about Doreen was that he didn’t have to worry about laying on her afterwards, so he indulged for a minute, propped on one elbow, before rolling off to flop contentedly beside her. He toyed with a sweat-damp strand of her hair.
“That,” Doreen said to the ceiling, “was amazing.” She rolled over to kiss him, all happy cuddly satisfaction.
“Good.” Once again he felt like he really should have more to say—women liked sweet talk—but when he kissed her, Doreen responded eagerly, and he felt as if he had said all he needed to. Though he did add, in between nibbling kisses, “It was good for me too. Great for me.”
“You know what,” Doreen murmured between further kisses. “I have more condoms where that one came from ... and nothing else to do this afternoon. And there’s a nice big tub in there.”