Blake Hunt

Quickly washing my lower half, I turned the shower off and toweled off. As I hung our soaked clothes, I heard voices from Ryder's room.

"What'cha lookin' at Jen?" It was Kayla. Some scuffling in the hall led to, "Oh! Yeah, I see why you're starin'. Ryder, honey, that towel don't hide too much," she joked.

A small laugh is all I heard from Ryder before his door closed.

Pressing my lips together, I peeked around the door frame. "Your fan club is growing."

"Psh, I know at least one person in this house who isn't a fan." Although there was a smile on his face, his tone didn't match it.

"What if we didn't tell him?"

"What do you mean?"

Pouting, I looked around the room and said, "He isn't here. He doesn't need to know. What I... What we do behind closed doors, is none of his business."

"True, but it may not be that easy. If he keeps up all his shit, I may put him on his ass."

"Then do it." Stalking towards him in just my towel I said, "I'd love to see that. He gets away with far too much. Someone needs to knock him down a few pegs. He doesn't realize how obnoxious he can be and how little he actually cares."

There was so much that I was sure that Ryder didn't know. A lot that had happened. High school and college parties that had gone bad. Things happened and Cole had turned an eye because he didn't believe the truth.

I had finally broken into Ryder's hardened shell and I had no intention of stopping.

A slow crooked smile formed on his addictive mouth. "Secret lovers?" He leaned closer.

"Forbidden fruit," I tempted him and leaned further into him.

"Star-crossed lovers?" As he asked, I could feel the heat of his breath against my lips.

"Is it so bad that I hope not?" Without further hesitation, I captured his lower lip between my teeth. Sucking lightly, he closed his eyes and moaned.

Humming in approval, I said, "Forbidden fruit is said to be the sweetest."

The skin around his eyes pinched as he smiled down at me. "I'm not a big fan of Romeo and Juliet anyway."

I gasped, acting as shocked and offended as possible. "It was one of Shakespeare's greatest works! A true romantic tragedy-"

His mouth came crashing down on mine. Giggling into him, I pulled him to me. The feeling of his hand gripping my back made me let out a solid laugh as he ripped my towel from me and threw it to the floor.

Scooping me up by my ass, he turned and dropped me on his bed. Staring at me as I lay breathless and naked before him, his eyes darkened.

I liked seeing him like this. Hungry.

I slid my hands up my sides, causing goosebumps and a chill that peaked my nipples. Pulling my damp hair from beneath me, I bit my lower lip and arched my back.

"Fuck, Blake," he exhaled the words as he stood there watching me.

I braced my feet on the bed frame and pushed my knees apart. Watching his eyes travel down from my chest to my core was making my body flush. His breath hitched before swallowing hard.

With a rough hand, he skated his fingers from the inside of my knee to my pelvis. Light circles spiraled down to right above my clit. Raising his eyes, he looked at me through his lashes with a devilish grin.

"Forbidden fruit," he whispered as he knelt beside the bed.

My head spun as he kissed the innermost parts of my thighs. Teasing the outskirts of where I truly craved his touch.

Footsteps on the hardwood floors echoed outside his room before stopping at his door.

*knock, knock, knock*

"Yeah?" The vibrations of his voice hit my exposed core and I felt my body pool low.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go do something. Maybe grab lunch in town?" Scott's voice sounded from the hall.

"Sure! When are you lookin' to head out?" As soon as the words were out, his mouth was on me.

Sucking hard on my clit as his hands gripped my hips. Inhaling sharply, thighs clenching around his head, I arched into him. I was still hypersensitive from our shower and felt like any touch was almost too much.

Scott's voice reminded me that I needed to be quiet. Snatching a pillow, I mewled into its underside and bit the fabric.

"Whenever," Scott said, "The girls mentioned something about having plans. Cole ripped his suit last night so he and Jamison are going to the mall. That leaves you and me unless you want to join the girls. I'm game either way. What do you say?"

Ryder pulled my thighs apart with ease and slid his thumb down to replace his mouth. With the show of strength and the incessant teasing, my body jerked with pleasure.

"I'm more than happy to leave the girls to do their thing. I'll be down soon. I just need to change," Ryder said with his chin resting against my thigh.

My core tightened and my shoulders left the bed. Throwing the pillow aside, I gripped him wherever I was able to. I found his strong hand and tried to dislodge it. I was coming apart quickly and the slightest touch was careening me over the edge.

"Great, meet you downstairs in a bit," Scott said on the other side of the door before walking away.

With a quick shift of his chin, his tongue slicked down between my folds. Humming as he flicked repeatedly. Gripping the back of his head, I increased the pressure of his face between my thighs.

On the verge of screaming, I pulled him up. The glimpse of the smile on his face as I smashed my lips to his made me moan. Licking his lips, I could taste myself on him. "Fuck," I breathed.

"I'm not done with my fruit," he whispered.

"Mmm... but I want mine." Unhooking my heels from the bed, I pushed him back. Sitting back on his heels, he looked up at me as I stood. "On the bed, Ryder."

Playing with his tongue along his teeth, he gave me a challenging glare. Finally, he stood, "Yes ma'am."

Leaning on the bed where I had been, the towel hung low on his hips. His physique was exquisite. Guiding my fingers over the contour of his muscles, I enjoyed seeing him like this.

"Like what you see, Blake?"

"Your delicious, Ryder."

His fingers slid perfectly through my hair, giving me a shiver from feeling so good. Gripping the back of my head, he tugged my head back and pushed me to my knees. I sank willingly.

I moaned his name. I wasn't used to losing control and I shook at the anticipation.

"Blake," he looked down at me, pleased with my reaction. "Fuck you're gorgeous." Releasing my head, he slowly bent to capture my mouth with his.

"My turn," I said into his mouth as I pulled the towel.

My mouth went dry. Seeing him like this, he was bigger than I had realized.

A cocky smile played on his handsome face as he said, "Don't tell me you're speechless now."

"No need for words. There are other things I'd prefer to do with my tongue." I teased as I ran my fingers over his thick shaft.

He opened his mouth to speak again and I sank down on him. Taking him deep and relishing in the burn of him stretched my throat. Swallowing hard around him, he choked out a moan.

"Fuck," he breathed as his hands gripped as they slid down my shoulders. I closed my eyes as I felt the shudder roll through him. His dick pulsed and I felt the thrill of having him under my control.

Withdrawing him, I could feel a fresh wave of saliva pool under my tongue. He was making me drool. Swirling my tongue over his velvet tip and heard the low rumble from his chest as he pulled on the back of my head. Resisting his pull, I smiled up at him.

Working my hand and my mouth, I was eager to please him. Needing to hear the noises he was making from how I was making him feel, I sucked hard as I bobbed above him.

His hand came up to the back of my neck, pulling my hair from my face and holding it at the back of my head as his hips thrust into me. I closed my eyes, relaxed my jaw, and accepted his dominance. I could tell the moment he realized as he tentatively pushed my head down on his cock. Each time with a little more force.

With a groan, he admitted, "Not sure I'm going to last much longer. It has been a while and your mouth feels fucking amazing."

Pushing against his hands, I came up for a breath. Only thinking of his words for a second before I decided that I needed to repay him for all the attention he had given me.

Taking a breath, I pulled back to look at him. Kissing his tip before running my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He hissed as I took over and quickened my pace. His hand fisted in my hair, I felt the flood between my legs. A twitch then a swell and I could tell he was close.

Again, I throated him. Taking him as far as my throat would allow. Gently cupping his balls, I pushed my tongue between my lips and his shaft. Arching my back as I found my rhythm, I enjoyed feeling him grow against my tongue.

Curling his body above me, I could feel him tense. Releasing him from my mouth he groaned as hot cords of cum covered my lips, tongue, and face. I opened wider and looked up at his heated gaze.

Keeping his eyes locked with mine, I licked my lips. His gaze jumped to my mouth and watched every move I made. Finding my lower lip with his thumb, he tilted my head to the side to see the mess he had made.

"Mmmm," he hummed in assent. "I look good on you, Blake." His slanted smirk was melting my insides.

Rising to my feet I said, "I should get cleaned up. Looks like you and I have people to see, places to go"

As I stepped away, he caught my wrist and said, "Meet me tonight?"

"I wouldn't miss it." As I stepped out of his grip, I wiped my finger across my cheek. Clearing some of what he had left, I cleaned my finger with my tongue. He groaned again and rolled his head along the back of his shoulders.

Scampering into the bathroom, I showered quickly. When I rinsed the soap from my face, I heard his door close again.

Emily had been talking about going into town and getting our nails done since we arrived, but I had no idea what plans Scott had been talking about.

Without knowing for sure what the plans were, I dressed casually and headed down to find out what the plans were for the day.

"Hey Em, where is everybody?" Emily sat at the dining table, sipping coffee and scrolling her phone when I came into the kitchen.

"Kayla and Jennifer are on the back porch," she mumbled. Clearly distracted by her phone.

"What's the plan for today?"

"I dunno. You'd have to talk to Kayla. I think she said something about wanting to go out on the boat for a bit today."

"What do you want to do?" I asked her.

When she didn't respond, I plopped down beside her and nudged her with my shoulder.

"Sorry, what?" She bit her lip and put her phone, face down, on the table.

"You're distracted. Tell me who," I cooed. Her face turned red. "Let me guess, that distraction is a tall, dark skin, overall decent, kind, and charming man that may or may not be friends with my asshole brother?" I teased her. As someone who knew them both away from the lake house, Jamison and Emily were a good fit.

"Is it that obvious?"

"No. Just a lucky guess, plus you're not the only one in this house who has paired off." I gave her a wink.

She smiled and said, "I was wondering."

"I didn't specify who was hooking up," I scoffed and then gave her my best innocent look.

Pursing her lips together, laughter bubbled out of her. Contagious, we sat together laughing at the situation we found ourselves in. Kayla and Jen walked in and quirked an eyebrow.

"All good in here?" Kayla asked.

"Yeah, yeah! All good. What's the plan for the day?"

"Boat and lunch?" Kayla suggested.

"Mmm... That sounds amazing," I said as I imagined sitting in the sun for most of the day.

"Can I bring a book?" Jennifer asked.

"Sure," I said.

"No!" Emily and Kayla said in unison.

We all broke out in laughter as Jen chewed on her cheek.

"Jen, don't let anyone stop you from doing you. Bring a book if it is what you want to do," I told her as I turned to grab my suit and wallet from upstairs. "Let's all meet up down at the dock in thirty."

Pulling my suit from my bag, my phone buzzed.

Ryder Mathis:

Hey. Scott knows.

I smiled down at my phone.

Me:

Knows what?

Ryder Mathis:

About us.

Me:

So?

Ryder Mathis:

Your brother...

With a huff, I backed up and write out a new message. If it meant that it would ease his mind, I'd help.

Me:

Lips zipped?

Scott:

Of course.

Me:

Not to anyone.

Scott:

You have my word.

Scott's word was always more valuable than anything physical that he could give. Chances were, he had been on our team from the start. He always preached about being happy and being true to yourself and I was.

No matter how long or short I'd have the opportunity to get to know and play with Ryder, I was going to take it.

Me:

Nothing to worry about.

Ryder Mathis:

You sure?

Me:

Positive. How can I put

your mind at ease?

Ryder Mathis:

I trust you.

His words sat heavily on me but I moved on. We boarded the boat and set off. Kayla had packed the large cooler with a variety of drinks.

Jen lagged behind. As she boarded the boat, she dropped her bag on the bench.

"Hey, what took so long?" Emily looked Jen over as she asked.

"Um, I made some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Sorry," Her quiet and mousy demeanor was what made me love her. She was different than anyone else I usually hung out with, but this was out of character.

As she fiddled with the charm on her metal bookmark, I side-eyed Kayla and Emily. It was clear that they were concerned too.

"Jen?" I said.

"Hmm?" She looked up slowly.

"You do realize that we are going to get lunch, right?"

"Oh! Um, yeah. I just..."

"You okay Jen?" Kayla stepped up and put a hand on her shoulder.

A dark blush spread across her cheeks. "Yeah. Fine."

"Oh my God!" Emily's jaw dropped. "Is this because of a guy? You're all flustered!"

"What? It's not... No!" She sputtered before burying her nose into her book and trying to look like she was reading.

"The only guys to get that flustered over are the ones in your books, right Jen?" I teased.

"No! There are plenty of good guys in real life. They just aren't," she trailed off, suddenly lost in thought.

"Jen?"

"Chivalrous. Romantic. Put you first and care what you actually want!"

"Preach!" Kayla belted out.

We all had gone through our fair share of crappy love life choices. Easy conversation came as I lead the boat out from the dock. A quiet day with the girls was a welcome delight.

By the time we made it back, we were all exhausted and in need of food. Scott and Ryder were on the back deck grilling while Jamison was inside putting together sides.

"Where's Cole?" I asked Jamison.

"He said something about making a call and he'd be back." Jamison was chopping veggies to add to the salad he had already started."

"Good deal. Everything smells so good!"

"Yeah! We wanted to give you ladies a nice dinner and relax. Only a few days left in this vacation."

I laughed as I stole a baby carrot from his cutting board.

"Hey! Not the kind of help I need, Blake!"

Skipping away and up the stairs, I heard Emily's voice in the kitchen. "I'd be happy to help."

Smiling, I was happy that everyone was comfortable and enjoying themselves.

I had no idea about the storm that would hit the next day.