Chapter 14

As Mandy straddled me amid the swirling jets, I let her sit in silence, processing my request. With her heartbeat racing and velvety insides fluttering along my shaft, she was nervous.

“Talk about what?” she finally asked.

“Sorry, it’s just...” Gods, it was tough resisting the pull of those glimmering blue pools. “Uh, I’ve gotta ask. Aren’t you jealous? Of Susan and—”

“You’re so cute, Jim.”

My eyebrows arched. Been called a lot of things, but “cute” was not one of them. “What do—”

Her finger landed on my lips. The tension in her frame eased, and the nervousness disappeared from those eyes. After a quick sigh, she laughed.

“Jealous? At first, when you saved us from the snake, then at the pool party—yes. Sure, of course, I was jealous. There’s ... Don’t know what it is, but you’ve got a special ... quality, and I didn’t want to share that.”

Her eyes became distant. My hands caressed those sleek, wondrous thighs, and her fingers ran along my arms.

“But here’s the thing,” she murmured. “Weird, but I was also incredibly aroused. The look on your face, pure joy. Although not because of me, but my daughter, and she was so happy.” Her gaze again focused on me. “Not gonna lie, Jim. It took a while to, uh ... To deal with...”

Her words faded, and she cooed as my fingers pressed both tensing legs.

“To deal with what, my Mandy?”

“That, right there,” she whispered. “Beyond the feeling of you inside me. The look in your eyes, only for me. The way you, um, speak to me. Even as Susan was ... By the pool, that first time, then on the raft, and earlier in the car, you looked at me. You were scared. Not fearful that you’d been caught. No, don’t think you’ve got that bone in you. You were afraid I’d get angry and leave you, correct?”

With a gulp, I nodded.

“Jim, the way you make me feel right now, here with you. Or whenever I’m thinking of you, and believe me, I think about you a lot.” Her teeth sank into her lower lip, and a hand rose from the suds to trace the scars on my chest. “I’ve made my decision. God help me, I did when we first met. My biggest fear is you leaving me. I need you in my life. I can’t...” With a sigh, she glanced into the cabin at the bedroom door. “I have my reasons, but trust me. As long as you continue ... Well, doing this with me, I’m okay. We’re okay.”

“You sure?”

“Anything, my Jim. Remember?”

“Anything, slut?” As my hands slid upward, she spread her legs and nodded.

“Mm-hmm. Susan, anyone else, I don’t care. Just promise to keep me as your own. I need that, more than you know, please.”

My mind swirled. A gentle tugging at my heart. Also, a touch of confusion, because there was no question; she was clutching a secret about her marriage. No matter what she’d said, the fear of losing her remained. Plus, a twinge of sadness appeared. Not at her words, but that Debbie had never admitted any such thing. In all our years together, my late wife hadn’t ever been so honest and direct.

Mandy tried to lift, only to be blocked by my grip again, and those blue eyes blazed. My pelvis rose, pushing my cock deeper. She moaned, and shaking fingertips drifted along my cheek.

“Keep me as your slut,” she whispered. “Your lover. Please, Jim, I want this ... need this.”

Lover? That word, uttered by her. My pulse raced. Should I have nudged, asking about Charles? Yeah, probably, but I didn’t. She’d tell me; all in good time, the one thing this ancient husk possessed in spades.

After giving her a slow nod, I relaxed my grip. Those blue pools flooded with desire, and she wasted not a single second, pumping up and down, sending waves to splash against the sides.

Yes, her secret would be shared, but only when she chose. Right then, she only wished to share herself—again, and I desired her more than ever. Besides, she was correct: I feared little anymore, her husband included.

When she arched backward and a muted moan escaped shiny red lips, my heart raced. Suddenly muffled footfalls echoed from behind me. My heartbeat staggered to a halt, and she froze. With hot breath battering my face, I twisted in time to spot the girls fly from their bedroom to the bathroom.

No sooner had the door thunked shut than I tugged off Mandy’s bikini top. A quick dip to retrieve the bottoms, and both pieces whirled through the air to splat on the deck. No fear; only pure hunger for her. As my hands found her breasts, kneading both firm cones, she swallowed hungry moans. Even quicker, her pelvis bounced, driving larger, frothier waves across the surface.

With me pulling and twisting rubbery nipples, plus over an hour of teasing, the sable-haired lap-rider wouldn’t hold out long. When she tensed and shuddered as if hugging a live wire, I drove her downward. With every muscle firing at once, she was beset by a chaotic frenzy of convulsions. While her insides pummeled my cock, foam-covered sleekness slewed from side-to-side along my chest.