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  Chapter 12

  The front door opened just as I flipped the first pancake. “You’ve got fifteen minutes before breakfast is ready,” I announced, bending to put the bacon in the oven and setting the timer for seven minutes.

  I glanced at the door to make sure Caden heard me and froze. He was leaning against the doorjamb, his upper body coated in a sheen from his run, his t-shirt slung over his shoulder, arms crossed—a lazy smile on his face. My heart stopped for a second and I resisted the urge to press my legs together to alleviate the immediate response in my pussy. He was damned sexy and looking especially fine today. Something inside me was drawn to him like a magnet. It was strong and becoming increasingly difficult to resist.

  In a matter of seconds, all my plans to put the handsome SEAL in his place fled, my own body a traitor.

  His eyes narrowed, and he moved away from the door, closing it behind him, crossing the space between us before I took my first breath. But once he reached me, he simply squeezed my arm, then abruptly turned and moved toward the bedroom.

  That was weird. I could have sworn he was going to kiss me. “Fourteen minutes left,” I reminded him.

  “Roger that,” he replied, closing the bedroom door behind him.

  I refused to read into it, determined to hang onto the excitement I felt on day two of my mini-vacay. I had a short list of items on my Do While in Tahoe list that Luna had helped me compile, and I didn’t want to assume Caden would join me—although I sincerely hoped he would. I bit my lower lip, I would have to research maps for the areas I wanted to explore. I could not have a repeat of yesterday’s fiasco. No more mountain roads for me, at least not on this trip.

  The timer reminded me that I was in charge of breakfast. I added the final pancakes to the griddle, flipped the bacon, and set the timer for the final seven minutes.

  Caden beat my fifteen-minute time limit, of course, and butt bumped me on his way to the fridge.

  “You seriously just butt bumped me!” I feigned exasperation as I flipped the cakes for the final time.

  He walked behind me a wrapped his arms around my waist, I leaned back into him without hesitating, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

  He nuzzled my neck. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured into my ear.

  “Morning handsome. Can you grab OJ from the fridge? Everything else is ready.”

  “Roger that,” he murmured in my ear.

  It tickled and I couldn’t suppress a giggle.

  “Music to my ears, babe.”

  I’d intentionally set our plates at the island bar. It felt less threatening to sit beside Caden rather than across from him at a table. I needed a break from those intense, assessing eyes.

  Little did I know he’d be on his best behavior, anyway. It was confusing after our afternoon of sex yesterday—was that all it was to him? Was it over?

  “Penny for your thoughts.”

  I could feel his eyes on me. I’d jinxed myself. “My thoughts are worth far more than just a penny, Doctor Stone,” an eyebrow raised for good measure.

  “Speaking of, how are you this morning?”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m fine. Perfectly fine. How was your run?”

  “You were right,” he admitted. “Thirty minutes isn’t a real run.”

  I snorted. “It’s really not. How far do you typically run?”

  “Less now that I’m not involved in active missions, but I still run anywhere from six to ten miles, with one day off per week. You?” he asked.

  “Five is my minimum, although to be honest, I rarely have time for much beyond that, except on the weekends, and sometimes not even then,” I admitted.

  “Workaholic, huh?”

  “Partner track,” I countered. “You can’t expect me to believe that being a SEAL isn’t similar to being a workaholic.”

  “When teams are deployed, we can be away for as long as six months at a time, but we don’t work every day. It’s situation-specific, but we also have times when we’re at our home base for up to six months and during those times it’s not uncommon to have weekends free. There are times that the demands are insanely intense for days at a time, but there are also days when the most intense situation I face is my workout routine. All work and no play makes a dull boy,” he added.

  I felt my cheeks growing red. I needed to change the subject. There was no way I wanted to get into my work schedule with him. “Do you have plans for the day?” I redirect.

  “I have a few things in mind if you’re interested in some company.”

  I smiled. “I’d love some company. What do you have in mind?”

  “Do you have specific things you want to do while you’re here?” he deflected.

  “I have a short list of items, but I got the burning desire item out of my system yesterday.” I shrug as though it’s nothing, but we both know that’s not true. “I’m open to suggestions.”

  Part of me wondered if he would suggest that we stay in all day. I had to admit, part of me would jump at the chance to spend the day in bed with Caden.

  “I have a friend who has a houseboat on the lake. I asked him if anyone was using it today, and it’s available. Are you afraid of the water?”

  I squealed. “Seriously? That’s one of the items on my list, and no, I grew up spending my summers on a lake in Maine. I can’t think of anything I would rather do today.” I jumped up from the bar stool and gathered the plates.

  “I’ll take care of these,” he laughed. “Grab a bathing suit and anything else you might need. Bring a jacket, too, if you have one. The nights get cool here, even in the middle of summer.” “Are we spending the night on the boat?”

  “We can if you’d like. I asked a buddy of mine to swing by to check on Cocky, so he’ll be all set. If we decide to spend the night, he said he would take Cocky to his house.”

  “Sounds perfect,” I agreed, turning to grab my things, then turned back. “Caden?”

  “Yea, babe?” he asked, his eyes meeting mine.

  “Thanks. I appreciate this.”

  The smile that lit his face nearly did me in. It hit my eyes and raced straight to my clit. I was in serious trouble.

  Chapter 13

  “You’re a strong swimmer.”

  “Don’t sound so surprised,” I swatted his arm while treading water.

  He chuckled and then dove down.

  I squealed and struck out as fast as I could for the boat, but the next thing I knew, he had me by the ankles. I swirled around and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but I knew it was a lost cause.

  When he surfaced, we were nose-to-nose, and his hands were circling my waist. My eyes widened as his hands moved to my ribs, then higher, and then he dove under the water, moving my bikini top away from my left breast with his teeth. I moaned, then yelped when he latched onto my nipple. He stayed there for what seemed a really long time; I’d forgotten that SEALS could stay underwater for two to three minutes or more. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he surfaced, his eyes locked with mine, and then he slowly sunk under water to the other breast, repeating the same moves.

  The pleasure-pain was intense when combined with cream dripping from my pussy into Lake Tahoe. My clit began to pulse, and I pressed it with my hand, desperate to stop the throbbing.

  Caden surfaced immediately. “Hands behind your back.”

  “No way, I’ll drown.”

  He growled. “I will not let you drown. Now, hands behind your back.”

  I bit the inside of my lip.

  “Does this not feel good for you?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked. “It feels amazing—maybe too much so.”

  “Not possible, babe. You need to let go, now hands behind your back. I won’t ask again.”

  I smiled tentatively; feeling myself let go, just like he said. I moved my hands behind my back and sure enough, he kept me afloat, giving me an evil grin before he dove under, this time moving my bikini bottom aside and dipping his fi
nger between my folds while his tongue and teeth alternated on my nipples.

  It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced. My cunt was hot, but the lake water was cold when it hit my swollen clit. I tapped on Caden's shoulder.

  He surfaced. “Yea, babe?”

  “If you keep that up I’m going to come right here in the middle of Lake Tahoe,” I threatened.

  He grinned, took a deep breath, and immediately dove underwater again.

  I can’t begin to tell you how he keeps me afloat while eating my pussy and bringing me to one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had—but he did.

  When he surfaced I was pudding in his hands. “I’d offer to do the same for you, but I’d drown for sure,” I said.

  “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He chuckled, pulling me toward the boat. When we reached the boat, I reached to put my bikini top over my breasts, but he stopped me. “Humor me?” he asked, his eyes curious.

  “How?” I asked.

  “Leave your top where it is. Stretch your arms out, with both hands on the boat, here.” He pointed to a platform about eight inches above the water.

  “Caden, I want to humor you, but I’m not sure I can take back-to-back Lake Tahoe submerged orgasms right now,” my eyes pleaded.

  “Not gonna touch your clit, I promise.” He swam around me so that we were practically nose-to-nose, with him between the boat and me. “Stretch those arms, babe, and keep them on the platform no matter what,” He emphasized.

  My clit pulsed at those words, but I stretched my arms out just like he asked; one arm on either side of his head, my hands reaching up to grasp the platform of the boat. When I looked down, my breasts were floating like buoys on top of the water, and suddenly I knew I was in trouble.

  “Remember,” he reminded me. “Keep those hands on that platform, no matter what.”

  His hands circled my waist, then his fingers trailed up my sides. I groaned.

  “Don’t forget babe, sound travels on the water. Be very quiet,” he whispered.

  My nipples strained in anticipation of what was to come. They were not disappointed. My pussy clenched, and I pressed my legs together under the water.

  Caden released my breast long enough to tell me to wrap my legs around his waist, when I hesitated, he bit down on my nipple. I squealed and wrapped my legs tight around his waist. He chuckled, but then bit the other nipple.

  “What was that for?” I hissed.

  “Training,” he murmured before focusing on them again. Within minutes I was writhing against his waist and although I’d never orgasm from nipple stimulation before—I knew I was about to now.

  “What happened to no more orgasms submerged in Lake Tahoe?” I asked him between a deep moan.

  He sucked my nipple harder, then put his teeth around the base and stretched.

  “Fuck, Caden!” I groaned. I stilled. I couldn’t believe the sensations that traveled to every nerve in my body. My clit was pulsing faster, and I knew I was close.

  He finally released it after keeping his teeth at the very edge, maintaining the stretch for what seemed like minutes. “Only promised I wouldn’t touch your clit, babe.” Then he moved to the other nipple. I ground my cunt into his waist, the only consolation that his cock was very large and engorged under my ass. It had to be painful for him.

  “Come inside me?” I begged and then swore.

  This time he flicked the end of my nipple with his tongue while holding the stretch with his teeth and twisted the other nipple with his fingers.

  The orgasm roared through my body. I flung my head back, and he moved both hands to my nipples, pulling them in rhythm to the pulses rocking my cunt.

  “Enough,” I whimpered.

  “Almost,” he agreed breathlessly, continuing to tug my nipples until the pulsing started to again.

  “God, Caden,” I moaned, my hips moving against his waist, my rhythm matching the pulses that threatened to overwhelm me again.

  “One more time, baby.”

  “Mm, yes!” I agreed. “Fuck this feels unbelievable.”

  He circled one nipple with his mouth and sucked, hard while pulling just as hard on the other. This orgasm shattered me. I screamed “YES!” and then felt Caden move my bikini bottom out of the way. He slammed his cock into my soaking channel.

  My eyes flung open. It felt really strange to have his cock and Lake Tahoe water rushing into my vagina, and then my eyes opened very wide. “Caden, condom,” I managed between moans.

  “Fuck,” he agreed, pulling out quickly. “Fuck, sorry.”

  “It’s okay, I’m clean,” I panted, “but I’m thinking we probably don’t want a baby right now.”

  “You’re not on the pill?”

  “I’m not. No reason to be. Not sexually active,” I explained, completely sated, and then I added, “Wow. Just wow. Thank you for not listening to my arguments against another orgasm submerged in Lake Tahoe.”

  He chuckled. “Happy to oblige, babe. Just say the word. But now let’s get you out of the water. Your temperature will drop quickly… without activity to keep you warm.” He clarified.

  “Okay,” I agreed.

  Chapter 14

  I rubbed Avery’s body with a Turkish towel, every inch of it. She protested at first, but then she acquiesced. I wasn’t willing to risk having her get chilled, and truth be told, I could tell this strong, workaholic woman was enjoying the attention I gave her.

  Hell, I loved it, too. She was like a drug I couldn’t get enough of.

  When I finished, she grabbed my towel, giving me the same treatment along with a mind-blowing blowjob. After that, we made love slowly, but this time with a condom.

  “I’m famished, and happy, and relaxed, and happy. Did I mention happy and satisfied?” She asked.

  “I shall feed you now, but you must stay right where you are,” I insisted.

  “Let me help,” she protested.

  “Nope, I’ve got it. Don’t move, and no clothes.”

  “You’re a dirty man, Caden Stone.”

  I chuckled. “You don’t know the half of it, babe.”

  “I’ll bet I don’t.” Her eyes held questions, but she dropped her head back onto the pillow.

  “Don’t fall asleep. You need food.”

  “Yes, sir,” she yawned.

  When I returned with the tray, I was pleased to find she was naked and spread eagle on the bed.

  I paused in the doorway, taking her in. Her long, brown hair framed her perfect face against the pillow. The towel was draped around her shoulders and arms, but her breasts were bare, her nipples erect and red from all the attention I’d given them.

  I felt my cock jump. I couldn’t wait to taste them again, and even though they’d be sensitive, there were ways to stimulate her to an orgasm without making it too painful. In fact, I was pretty sure I could even bring her to another orgasm just from sucking them if I wanted to—and I very much wanted to.

  I’d never met a more sensitive and responsive woman. Not ever, and I’d slept with more than a few women, in addition to my activities at the club, and a few long-term relationships.

  But all of them paled now. Avery was incredible.

  Her eyes opened, and then she sat up. “Sorry,” she said sleepily, “I didn’t hear you come in.” She pulled the towel across her chest when she noticed the focus of my eyes, raising her eyebrow.

  “You’re beautiful,” I assured her.

  “Thank you,” she said, no nonsense. “Let’s eat.”

  I joined her on the bed, and we ate in silence, both cross-legged and naked. It was sexy.

  In addition to being incredible, she was also comfortable with her body, and I loved it.

  “Tell me about hard limits,” she invited.

  “You know about them?”

  “Well, I know that it’s important to establish what they are before getting into a relationship or scene—is that what you call it?”

  “Yes,” I confirmed. “Hard lim
its are different for everyone—men and women. And then there are some relationships that have no limits at all.”

  “Wow,” she whispered, “I can’t imagine that.”

  “What do you think your hard limits would be?” I asked her, curious.

  “Honestly, I’m not sure. Before meeting you, I might have had a long list, but now, I’m not so sure.”

  “Needles?” I asked.

  “Shit, no way.”

  I laughed. “Okay, edge play?”

  She looked at me, and I met her gaze head-on. “I’m not sure.” She looked away, her brow furrowed, then looked back at me. “I wouldn’t want it to draw blood, but—I trust you, Caden. I really do. There’s something about the thought of you blindfolding me and—and doing that—that feels kind of erotic to me.”

  “Good to know,” I say without judgment.

  “Would you do it to me?”

  “I have experience and training in it. If you wanted me to, I would do it, absolutely.”

  “Wow,” she puts her fork down, clearly finished with her food. “How experienced are you?”

  “I’m pretty steeped in the lifestyle, Avery. With that said, I’m open. I don’t have a sub right now, and if I did, we wouldn’t have been sexually active at all. For me, that kind of relationship needs to be exclusive. I don’t have preconceived ideas about what I need to be able to do in a D/S relationship, because it’s very individual, and very much a commitment and contract between two people, with both parties comfort and trust being paramount.”

  “I like the sound of that,” she whispered. She looked at my cock, “and by the looks of it, you do, too.” She giggled and my cock jumped. “Want me to help you with that?” She offered.

  “No, I want to explore this further, if you’re comfortable with it.”

  “Okay.”

  “Have you ever been spanked?”

  “Nope,” she answers quickly. “I’m not sure about the punishment thing,” she says, but with hesitancy.