I closed my eyes tightly and thought back to the look in his eyes when he whispered to me that he loved me. I smiled and slowly turned to look at Lark. I could hear his breathing—slow and steady—as he lay next to me. I never wanted this moment to end.
When I heard his cell phone go off, my heart dropped. Lark jumped up and grabbed it from his pants on the floor. He frowned as he read it and then put it back into his pocket. He looked over at me and smiled that same smile that captured my heart a year ago.
“Hey,” he said as he moved back over to the bed.
I slid over and said, “Hey.”
He stood over me and held out his hand. When I looked down I felt the flush move across my cheeks. He was holding my panties in his hand.
“Put your hands out, mi amor.”
My heart started pounding and I instantly felt a rush of wetness between my legs. I wasn’t sure how he could turn me on so much when we had just made love not too long ago.
When Lark made love to me it was beyond beautiful, but when Lark played with me…it turned me on beyond belief. His voice would change and his eyes turned to nothing but lust and the only thing I wanted from him was to feel him inside me.
I put my hands above my head and closed my eyes. He was going to use my own panties to tie my hands together and I was beyond excited. “Lark,” I barely got out as he tied my hands together and pushed them over my head.
“Don’t touch me Azurdee, or I’ll stop.”
I shook my head, “I can’t. I have to touch you.”
He narrowed his eyes at me and repeated, “Don’t touch me, baby, cause I really don’t want to have to stop.”
He pushed my legs apart and buried his face between my legs as I let out a moan. I moved my hands down and tried to run them through Lark’s hair and he immediately stopped and pulled back.
No! No! No! Don’t stop.
I pulled my hands back over my head and Lark chuckled. “Don’t touch, baby, or I’ll completely stop.”
I thrashed my head from side to side. “No. Please. Lark, please!”
I hated that I turned so desperate like this, but his touch…his lips…his tongue. It did things to me that sent me into another realm. He moved his tongue slowly and gently over my clit and I could feel the build up.
Oh God. This was going to be a big one. I pulled my hands down and realized the moment I touched him what I had done. He pulled back and smiled as he stood up.
“Wait. Oh God. Shit. Fuck. Bastard hamburger!”
Lark tilted his head and laughed. “Bastard hamburger?”
I shook my head and looked at him. “What?” I was breathing like I had just run a race. Every single emotion I could possibly have was pulsing through my veins. I was confused, pissed, and horny as fuck.
Lark reached down and pulled me up as he picked me up and said, “Wrap your legs around me, Azurdee. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”
Oh yes.
Lark walked up to the office wall and slammed me against it with such force I let out a small cry. He slammed into me so fast I didn’t even have time to register anything. He quickly began fucking me so hard and fast that I wanted to beg him to slow down.
“Oh God, fuck, Azurdee. You’re always so wet for me, baby.”
I tried to wrap my arms around him as he pulled in and out with such force I was sure I would be sore for the rest of the day. Once I felt the build up, I dropped my head back and called out, “Yes!”
Lark thrust twice more and stopped as he let out a long moan. “Ahh…damn that felt so good.”
I pulled my head up and looked at him. “What? No! No! I didn’t get to come.” I began moving my hips to get any kind of friction against his body that I could. Lark smiled and winked at me as he pulled out of me and gently set me down.
He took a few steps back and said, “Better get dressed and head back to the house.”
My mouth dropped open and I just stood there naked. “You’re…I don’t get to…but…”
Lark quickly pulled his pants on and up. “I told you…don’t touch.”
With that he laughed and walked out the door. Oh. My. God. He just denied me an orgasm. I quickly located my clothing and got dressed as I plotted my revenge on Mr. Williams.
As I walked out of the barn, I was brought back to the moment Lark told me he loved me. I smiled as I made my way to the house, touching my lips gently. I would forgive him in just a few minutes for leaving me hanging.
I’ll love you forever.
My heart began beating in my chest as I closed my eyes and remembered the moment like it was a second ago. When I walked up onto the front porch and saw him sitting with his mother talking, I was so overcome with emotion I fought to hold back my tears. He glanced up at me and something about his eyes was different. He seemed relaxed for the first time since I’d known him. He smiled and I couldn’t help but smile back.
I quickly wiped the smile off my face and shot him a dirty look. He smiled bigger and Joyce turned and looked at me. “Why Azurdee, your face is flushed. Sweetheart, are you hot?”
I glanced at her and smiled before looking back at Lark and saying, “I am a bit hot. I’ll have to go take a cold shower and…relieve myself from the heat.”
Lark’s smile faded and his mouth dropped open. Ryn was walking up behind me when Joyce looked at her and began saying something about dinner.
Lark stood up and I shook my head, held up my hand to stop him from walking toward me and mouthed the words, asshole, as he put his hand on his chest and said, “I’m wounded.”
I shrugged my shoulders and turned and made my way into the house. I knew that me taking a shower right now with everyone awake would drive Lark mad. I hugged myself as I made my way upstairs. I heard Joyce telling Ryn not to worry about Tristan; he would be fine and back in a few hours. I stopped and turned around to see Ryn walking by. She looked up at me and gave me a weak smile.
I smiled back and made a note to talk to her later. I had a feeling Ryn and Tristan wanted more from each other than either of them would admit.
I stood in the cold shower cursing Lark. I leaned my head back and let the cool water run through my long hair. It wasn’t too terribly hot out, but hot enough to make it miserable with my long hair. I reached for the soap and began quickly cleaning myself off. I hadn’t had any intentions of finishing off what Lark started, but the moment I heard the bathroom door open and close quietly I knew I had to do it. I pushed my hand down between my legs and began touching myself.
“Ohh...yes…oh God…” I panted as I began moving my hand faster. I was waiting for him to tell me to push my fingers inside myself and I could almost feel the orgasm building.
I heard something drop and opened the door to find Joyce standing there shielding her eyes.
“Oh my God!” I screamed out.
“Oh goodness…Azurdee, I’m in here!” Joyce cried out.
“I know! I’m oh my God-ing that you’re in here…while I’m in the shower.”
I quickly grabbed a towel. “Joyce! Why are you in here?” I asked as I turned off the water.
“Well, Michael asked me to bring you this lotion. He said you would want it after your shower.”
I instantly felt the anger building up in my chest. That bastard!
“I’m going to kill him,” I whispered.
Joyce asked, “Are you covered? Can I look at you now?”
“Yes,” I said as I shook my head and said, “I’m covered.”
Joyce turned and gave me a weak smile. “Now I know it’s none of my business, but maybe you should talk to Michael, honey. I’m sure he can…well, he can…well, I don’t know if you’re having sex or not, but I’m going to go with yes, and if he isn’t performing to his…”
Dear God no. This is not happening. This. Is. Not. Happening.
“Joyce! Please. This is just weird. It’s all just very weird for you to be saying what you’re saying.”
She nodded her head and said, “Well I thi
nk so, too. I would think if you were happy in the sex department you wouldn’t need to masturbate.” She tilted her head and looked up like she was thinking. “I should have Peter have a talk with Michael.”
“No!” I yelled out. “Joyce, I’m very satisfied. Beyond satisfied. Lark is a very good…well…he…umm…”
I closed my eyes and wished like hell I could go back in time about ten minutes ago.
“Can we just stop this conversation, and may I please have some privacy to get dressed?”
Joyce nodded her head and said, “Of course. Well um…dinner will be ready in about forty-five minutes, so…ah…”
She looked me up and down and her cheeks blushed. “I’ll just send Michael on up to um…well…help, I guess.”
My mouth dropped open and I stumbled back against the wall.
I slowly slid down to the floor after she shut the bathroom door and looked up. “I’ll do anything. Anything if you just give me back the last fifteen minutes or so. I swear…God. Anything.”
When the door opened and Lark walked in he was laughing his ass off.
I shook my head and said, “No sex for you for the rest of this trip. None.”
I stood up and pushed past him and began to come up with a plan on how to not be attracted to this man.
This was never gonna work.
I sat on the sofa opposite Azurdee and watched as she and Ryn giggled about something. This had been the perfect Christmas. Even though Azurdee was trying to stay true to her pledge not to have sex with me during the rest of our trip, I could already tell she was beginning to fold.
I glanced over and saw Tristan staring at Ryn. For someone who claimed he only wanted to have fun, he sure did look at her like I looked at Azurdee.
My father hit me on the shoulder and said, “Come on. I want to talk to you and your brother before you leave.”
Azurdee snapped her head up and looked at us. “Are you leaving?” she asked in a panicked voice. I smiled and said, “We’re leaving early. I thought we would go spend a few days at my parents’ beach house.”
The smile that spread across her face about dropped me to my knees.
My father gave Tristan a pat on the back and we both followed him into his office. He shut the door and then walked over to the window and stood there, staring out.
“Dad, is everything okay?” Tristan asked. My father stood there for a few more seconds before he turned around and nodded his head as he took a seat in his giant leather chair.
I looked around his office. I loved it in here. I loved the smell of the leather furniture. The animals hanging on the walls and the pictures, they were everywhere. There were pictures of Tristan and I scattered through out his office. I glanced over at the one picture of me holding the antlers of my first deer. I smiled as I thought back to the day when my father and grandfather showed me how to gut and clean a deer.
My father cleared his throat and said, “The last week a few things have been brought to my attention.”
Tristan and I both squirmed like two little boys who were fixin’ to get into trouble.
When his eyes pierced mine and then moved over to Tristan’s, I let out the breath I had been holding.
“Whatever it is, Dad, I’m sure it was Michael who did it.”
I snapped my head and looked at him. “You do know the Marines trained me to kill. Right? You’re aware of this information?”
Tristan rolled his eyes and my father chuckled. “Boys, settle down and listen to me.”
He looked at Tristan and said, “Your intentions?”
Tristan tilted his head and said, “For?”
Now it was my father’s turn to roll his eyes. “Ryn. What are your intentions with that lovely girl?”
Tristan let out a laugh and then quickly shut his mouth. “Why?”
“I see the way you look at her and it’s obvious you have feelings for her.”
Tristan quickly looked at me and then back at Dad. “Ryn and I are just having fun, Dad. Nothing serious. She isn’t the type of girl who is looking to settle down or anything like that. She’s just…fun.”
My father lifted his eyebrow in the all-knowing way of his. “Is that so?”’
Tristan nodded and said, “Yep. That’s so.”
My father placed his hands together in a folded position and then tented his pointer fingers and rested them on his chin as he looked at me.
“Your intentions?”
My hands started to sweat and my heart began pounding. I closed my eyes and pictured Azurdee’s smile when I told her I loved her.
I slowly opened my eyes and said, “I love her, Dad. I love her and see myself marrying her as soon as I get out…”
Tristan kicked me and I stopped talking. Shit. I almost spilled out my guts a little too much. This was why Skip said no girlfriends. They screw with your head.
“Marry her, huh? That’s a pretty big commitment there, Michael. Are you sure?”
I instantly felt the heat moving through my body. Why was my father questioning if I’m sure?
I sat up straighter and said, “What the hell kind of question is that, sir? No disrespect, but I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life. I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”
My father slowly smiled and turned slightly and opened one of his desk drawers. He pulled out two bottles and a small black jewelry box. Tristan and I both looked at each other and I shrugged my shoulders.
Tristan laughed and said, “If you want to drink to Lark’s big news, Dad, we’re kind of gonna need alcohol in those bottles. I mean I’m shocked, too, by his admission, but empty bottles?”
Dad just looked at Tristan as he began talking again. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a few years. I had the same conversation with my old man and younger brother when I was about your age, Tristan. It was right after I met your mother. I brought her home to this very house and introduced her to your grandparents.”
He smiled and shook his head as if remembering a certain memory. “I was nervous as hell about bringing your mother home to my parents. I just knew she would see the life I wanted and run as fast as she could back to Austin.”
Tristan and I both looked at each other and smiled. Tristan was the one who wanted to take over the family ranch. I wanted to start a cattle ranch on the property I had bought over a year ago outside of Marble Falls. That was my dream.
I looked down and thought about Azurdee. I hadn’t even thought about if that was something she would want to do. She was opening her restaurant in Wimberley. I frowned as I thought about being apart from each other.
I looked back up at my father as he continued to talk. “Lucky for me, your mother fell in love with it here and well, the rest is history.”
I tilted my head and said, “Still doesn’t explain the empty bottles, Dad.”
My father let out a chuckle and nodded his head. “My father knew the moment he met your mother and saw the way I looked at her that she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He waited a few days before he called me into this very office and had me sit down in the same seat you’re sitting in, Michael. He asked what my intentions were with your mother. I laughed at first but when I saw he was serious, I spilled out my heart and soul to him. It was in that very moment I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with your mom and I would do whatever it took to make it happen.”
He looked over at Tristan, who began moving around in his chair like he was very unsure of what to say or think. “Tristan, you better take a long hard look in the mirror, son, if you think for one minute that you don’t have stronger feelings for Kathryn. I see the way both of you look at each other. I seriously don’t think that girl is just hanging around you for a good time.”
Tristan opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out. He finally looked away without saying a word.
“Michael, I’ve never seen you so in love.”
I slowly smiled and it felt like my heart was abou
t to lift out of my chest. “I’ve never felt this way before, Dad, and to be honest, it scares the hell out of me.”
He chortled and said, “I’m sure it does. My advice to you both is to listen to your heart. I know you think your head will always lead you the right way, but that is wrong. It’s your heart that will lead you.”
He reached for a bottle and handed one to me and then set one down in front of Tristan. “With you and Azurdee heading to the beach, this is perfect timing.”
I looked at him confused as I held the bottle in my hand.
“When my father handed me my bottle I thought the same thing you’re both thinking. He had lost his damn mind.” He let out a laugh and said, “Then he explained the journey of love to me. We all go through the journey, some easier than others. Michael, your journey has taken you down roads that I wish it hadn’t. A parent wants nothing but happiness always for their child, but sometimes all you can do is sit back and watch where life takes them. Tristan, your journey has also begun, whether you want to admit it or not.”
Tristan looked down at the floor and slowly shook his head.
“When you start the journey with that one person who you know you want to spend the rest of your life with, you have so many emotions going on in your heart and head. You’re excited, scared, nervous, and even angry sometimes. My father passed along to me a tradition that I’m now going to pass along to you boys. The bottle.”
I looked at the bottle and then looked at my father. “Dad, are we supposed to know what…the bottle…is for?”
“No, Michael. When my father saw that my journey had already started with your mother, he explained the meaning behind the ‘journey of love’ bottle. My father told me when he gave me my bottle to take your mother to the beach. We were both to sit in opposite rooms and write each other a letter about where we wanted our journey of love to take us. What our hopes, fears, dreams, doubts, and goals were for our relationship, or as he called it…our journey. You see boys, love is nothing more than a journey. It’s a road we each venture down, not knowing how things are going to turn out. Sometimes it is filled with so much love and happiness we think this whole love thing is a piece of cake. Other times it’s filled with doubt, anger, jealousy—and you will question the journey. There are going to be rough seas, boys, no matter how much in love with each other you are.”