called behind him.
He came out brandishing a grin and her pink sparkly boots. “These.”
“Now who’s kinky?” she said, reaching for them and pulling them on, before reclining on her side, propping up her head with her hand, the other on her hip. “So, how do I look?”
He looked at her, naked but for those outrageous boots, and with his mouth watering and his cock standing to attention, knew his sanity was a lost cause.
“Like every cowboy’s dream come true.”
She smiled, a slow, wide, knowing smile. “Then what are you doing standing all the way up there, cowboy?”
Yet another good question. He loved how this woman’s thought processes worked.
He launched himself onto the bed, collecting her in his arms and meshing his mouth with hers and tumbling her across the big wide bed until he stopped with her on top. “Hey cowgirl,” he whispered in hot, heavy breaths against her throat, “seeing as you’ve got your boots on and all...”
“Uh-huh?”
“I thought maybe you’d like to go for a ride?”
Thank god, she thought moments later as he lay sheathed and ready to guide her hips down over that long, hard length of his, some decisions didn’t need thinking about.
Some decisions came to you gift-wrapped on a dish.
They made it down to lunch eventually, surprised to find only two of the party at the table. Sharon was laughing and Robbo was grinning and there was no mistaking the way they both sprang back in their chairs at their approach. “Kristelle’s at the spa with her mother,” Robbo explained as they sat down, “and the others took the chance to grab a helicopter to go sightseeing. They’ll be back soon.”
“How is Kristelle today?” asked Scarlett, and couldn’t help but notice the way Sharon’s once warm smile grew tight at the mention of the bride-to-be.
Robbo took a breath, and fiddled with a stray coaster and frowned absently out over the spectacular coastline where the turquoise sea fairly sparkled today. “Nervous. I mean she’s happy about the weather improving, and the improved chances for seeing Staircase to the Moon, and now she’s aiming for achieving Zen-like calm at the spa.”
“Excellent,” said Mitch, “maybe we should talk about the plan for the rings.”
“The rings! They’re in the safe in the villa. How about I give them to you now?”
The men wandered off while Scarlett sat back with a freshly delivered coffee and said to Sharon, “You didn’t fancy going to the spa?”
The other woman shook her head. “To be honest, it’s nice to have a little space. This is all really weird. I’m still not even sure why I’m here.”
“Why? How long have you known Kristelle?”
“See, that’s the thing. I started at a new gym a few months ago, and the first time I went, Kristelle asked me for coffee after. I thought it was a nice gesture. So we had coffee and a chat and it just became a regular thing. But y’know? I don’t think she actually listens to anything anyone else says, if you get my drift.”
“She knew sooo much about your job, right?”
She laughed. “Yeah, exactly. I remember talking about it and then being envious when she said she didn’t have to work. She only did it for the— ” She rolled her eyes and raised her fingers to make quote marks in the air—“sense of purpose, apparently.”
“ And then just a couple of weeks ago, she told me she was getting married and asked me to be her bridesmaid, because it’s such short notice that nobody else she’d asked could make it. And I thought it was strange that she was asking me, but I had days off owing and it was an all-expenses-paid trip to Broome staying in Cable Beach of all places, and she was in a tough spot and I thought, why not?” She shook her head. “But then I got here and it’s like she can hardly remember anything about me. I’m like an accessory after the fact. And I know it’s bad, but I started wondering if she even has any other friends.” And then
He came out brandishing a grin and her pink sparkly boots. “These.”
“Now who’s kinky?” she said, reaching for them and pulling them on, before reclining on her side, propping up her head with her hand, the other on her hip. “So, how do I look?”
He looked at her, naked but for those outrageous boots, and with his mouth watering and his cock standing to attention, knew his sanity was a lost cause.
“Like every cowboy’s dream come true.”
She smiled, a slow, wide, knowing smile. “Then what are you doing standing all the way up there, cowboy?”
Yet another good question. He loved how this woman’s thought processes worked.
He launched himself onto the bed, collecting her in his arms and meshing his mouth with hers and tumbling her across the big wide bed until he stopped with her on top. “Hey cowgirl,” he whispered in hot, heavy breaths against her throat, “seeing as you’ve got your boots on and all...”
“Uh-huh?”
“I thought maybe you’d like to go for a ride?”
Thank god, she thought moments later as he lay sheathed and ready to guide her hips down over that long, hard length of his, some decisions didn’t need thinking about.
Some decisions came to you gift-wrapped on a dish.
They made it down to lunch eventually, surprised to find only two of the party at the table. Sharon was laughing and Robbo was grinning and there was no mistaking the way they both sprang back in their chairs at their approach. “Kristelle’s at the spa with her mother,” Robbo explained as they sat down, “and the others took the chance to grab a helicopter to go sightseeing. They’ll be back soon.”
“How is Kristelle today?” asked Scarlett, and couldn’t help but notice the way Sharon’s once warm smile grew tight at the mention of the bride-to-be.
Robbo took a breath, and fiddled with a stray coaster and frowned absently out over the spectacular coastline where the turquoise sea fairly sparkled today. “Nervous. I mean she’s happy about the weather improving, and the improved chances for seeing Staircase to the Moon, and now she’s aiming for achieving Zen-like calm at the spa.”
“Excellent,” said Mitch, “maybe we should talk about the plan for the rings.”
“The rings! They’re in the safe in the villa. How about I give them to you now?”
The men wandered off while Scarlett sat back with a freshly delivered coffee and said to Sharon, “You didn’t fancy going to the spa?”
The other woman shook her head. “To be honest, it’s nice to have a little space. This is all really weird. I’m still not even sure why I’m here.”
“Why? How long have you known Kristelle?”
“See, that’s the thing. I started at a new gym a few months ago, and the first time I went, Kristelle asked me for coffee after. I thought it was a nice gesture. So we had coffee and a chat and it just became a regular thing. But y’know? I don’t think she actually listens to anything anyone else says, if you get my drift.”
“She knew sooo much about your job, right?”
She laughed. “Yeah, exactly. I remember talking about it and then being envious when she said she didn’t have to work. She only did it for the— ” She rolled her eyes and raised her fingers to make quote marks in the air—“sense of purpose, apparently.”
“ And then just a couple of weeks ago, she told me she was getting married and asked me to be her bridesmaid, because it’s such short notice that nobody else she’d asked could make it. And I thought it was strange that she was asking me, but I had days off owing and it was an all-expenses-paid trip to Broome staying in Cable Beach of all places, and she was in a tough spot and I thought, why not?” She shook her head. “But then I got here and it’s like she can hardly remember anything about me. I’m like an accessory after the fact. And I know it’s bad, but I started wondering if she even has any other friends.” And then
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