Legacy of Desire (9 page)

‘We’ve got spectators,’ she told Phil.

He looked over at the two women and waved cheerfully. ‘Why don’t you join us?’ he shouted. As they reached the edge of the lake the two young women pretended to shiver and shook their heads. ‘I can’t swim,’ explained Tanya, ‘and Pattie likes her water warm.’

‘Not like your men then,’ shouted Phil.

Davina drew in her breath sharply. ‘Be quiet,’ she said in a low urgent voice. ‘Jay might be around.’

‘He isn’t or we’d see him,’ replied Phil. He swam
over to where Pattie was standing watching him, her large blue eyes alight with interest. ‘Did you hear what I said?’ he asked her.

Pattie nodded. ‘I heard and you’re right. I like my water warm and my men cold.’

‘Doesn’t sound very exciting.’

‘They’re not cold once I get them going. It’s the cold exterior that fascinates me. I enjoy discovering the fires hidden beneath.’

‘How deep do you have to go for that with your boyfriend?’ asked Phil.

Davina couldn’t believe what was going on. She felt horribly embarrassed. It was so rude, especially when Jay had allowed them to use the lake. ‘Are you going to swim or not?’ she asked Phil. ‘I’ll race you to the other side.’ She turned her head to see if he’d taken up the challenge but he was still looking at Pattie.

‘Perhaps I’ve got hidden fires,’ she heard him murmur just before he started swimming.

When they got out of the water twenty minutes later the two girls had gone. ‘How disappointing for you.’ Davina’s tone was acidic.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I heard what you were saying to her. Next time you and she want to flirt, perhaps you’d be polite enough to do it out of my sight.’

‘It was only a bit of fun.’

‘Is that what you call it? Seemed like more than that to me.’

As she talked Davina was pulling crossly at her swimsuit, peeling it off her damp skin and wondering why it was that swimsuits were so difficult to remove. As she stepped out of it and reached down for the towel she realised, too late, that Jay was standing on the top of the slope looking down at them and holding a pair of binoculars to his eyes. Terrified that Phil would notice she rubbed briskly at herself with the towel, then dressed so quickly that for the first time in living memory she was ready before Phil.

‘What’s got into you?’ he asked in astonishment. Then he smiled. ‘I know what it is, you’re feeling sexy, aren’t you? You want to go back to the cottage.’

Davina nodded. She certainly did want to go back to the cottage. She also wanted Jay to go back to the house, now, before Phil saw him. ‘That’s right,’ she said weakly.

‘Suits me,’ agreed Phil. ‘You know, lately our sex life’s gone off a bit but I’ve got a feeling things are going to perk up again.’

‘Uncle David’s death did affect me,’ Davina pointed out.

‘I know, I know and I didn’t make enough allowances but this weekend we’ll make up for it.’

The adrenaline rush caused by swimming in the cool lake, coupled with the knowledge that Jay had seen her totally naked and unknowingly exposed to him, had combined to make Davina feel extremely sexy. She ran up the stairs of the cottage laughing as Phil pursued her, and once in the bedroom turned the chair in front of her dressing table so that it was facing towards the bed. She then started to undress, letting her clothes fall in a heap at her feet.

‘What do you want me to do?’ asked Phil.

Davina wished that he hadn’t asked, wished that he’d simply taken command in the way that Jay took command whenever he was watching her draw. Then she banished the treacherous thought from her mind, reasoning that comparisons were unfair. Jay was playing games with her but Phil loved her, or at least was
fond of her. They had a proper relationship and it wasn’t his fault that she found the enigmatic American more fascinating. ‘Sit naked on the chair and I’ll sit on top of you,’ she explained.

‘You’re different you know,’ said Phil, as she planted her feet firmly on the floor before lowering herself gradually onto his erection, her hands gripping the sides of his neck while his arms went around her waist. ‘You’d never have wanted to do this a few months ago.’

‘We all change,’ she whispered, slowly moving herself up and down on him. ‘Use your mouth on me,’ she added.

Phil drew back and stared at her. ‘I’m not sure I like it when you give orders.’

‘I’m not giving orders, I’m just saying what I’d like you to do. Surely you want to give me pleasure?’

‘I always give you pleasure, don’t I?’

She didn’t answer but simply lifted her breasts so that Phil had little choice but to bend his head and fasten his lips around the tender flesh while Davina, her chin resting on the top of his head, stared at herself in the dressing table mirror.

She couldn’t remember ever feeling so excited. As
her body moved up and down and the delicious tightness began deep inside her, she watched herself, watched her cheeks suffuse with colour and her eyes start to glow. She wished that Phil would do more, use his hands to help lift her body up and down, or draw one of her nipples fully into his mouth rather than licking lightly around them but she didn’t dare say anything. Instead, to her shame, she started to imagine that it was Jay seated on the chair, Jay she was seducing, bringing to a climax as she rhythmically contracted her internal muscles and felt the delicious fullness inside her.

‘If you keep doing that I shall come too soon,’ muttered Phil. Davina knew that she was working her muscles too hard, but she didn’t want to stop because every time she contracted them tiny pinpricks of pleasure shot through her pubic mound and into her lower belly, increasing the sexual tension as her orgasm drew ever nearer. Realising that Phil wasn’t going to last much longer she allowed herself to fantasise even more about Jay, while at the same time speeding up her body movements until suddenly it was happening.

She felt the pressure increase, felt her belly swell and
her muscles tighten in anticipation. ‘Yes! Yes!’ she whispered, but her words, spoken without thought, proved fatal because it was Phil who came, groaning despairingly as his fingers dug into the flesh each side of her spine, and shaking spasmodically beneath her.

Davina was stranded, perched on the very edge of her orgasm, desperate for relief. She couldn’t believe that this was happening to her, not when it had all been going so well and she lifted herself up so that Phil could slide out of her before pushing one of his hands down between her thighs. ‘Use your fingers on me,’ she implored him.

‘Haven’t you come?’ He sounded quite aggrieved.

Davina couldn’t believe that he didn’t know. ‘Not yet, please, hurry up.’

With obvious reluctance Phil’s fingers parted her sex lips and moved indolently up and down the frantic inner channel, finally brushing against the side of her swollen clitoris. At last, almost despite her lover, she came and the delicious pleasure swamped her.

‘My thighs are aching,’ complained Phil. ‘If you’ve finished you’d better get off me. I still think we’d have been more comfortable on the bed.’

‘But it made such a nice change,’ said Davina.

‘It was obvious you felt more in command.’

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you wouldn’t like it. I thought it would be exciting for both of us.’

‘It was all right,’ he conceded.

Later, when they drove into town, there was an awkwardness between them that even Davina’s best attempts at conversation couldn’t quite disguise. When they returned at eight o’clock that evening she was so worn out with the strain of trying to pretend that everything was all right that she was almost relieved when Phil said someone should walk the dog.

‘I’m too tired,’ she murmured.

‘It’s all right, I don’t mind going alone,’ he assured her.

Davina smiled at him. ‘Thanks, that’s really helpful.’

‘I’m glad I’m good for something.’

Davina sighed. Phil was right, she was changing and it was Jay who was changing her, but she was sure that a lot of men would have thought she was changing for the better. She wondered why Phil didn’t appreciate it.

Sitting in the swing seat at the rear of the house, enjoying the evening sunshine, Pattie sighed.

‘Something wrong?’ queried Jay, who was sitting next to her with a pile of legal papers on his knees.

‘I’m bored.’

‘Then find something to do. I’ve got a lot to read before I go to London next week.’

‘How long will you be away?’

‘I’m not sure.’

‘What am I going to do?’ She tried not to sound aggrieved but knew that she’d failed when Jay shot her an irritated glance.

‘I’m sure you, Todd and Tanya can provide your own entertainment. I thought you wanted to learn how to run an English country house while we were here?’

‘Clive won’t let me,’ Pattie complained.

‘He’s an employee,’ Jay pointed out. ‘He can’t stop you doing anything.’

Pattie didn’t contradict Jay, but he was wrong. Clive was clever enough not to show his contempt for Pattie in front of his new employer, but when they were alone together he’d discovered many ways of making it plain to Pattie. The problem was, he was never rude, never said anything that she could take exception to, but his contempt for her was there just the
same, concealed beneath the polite veneer of an English manservant.

She knew that Todd and Tanya were watching a sex movie but she didn’t want to join them, not without Jay. The three of them would have enough time together next week. ‘Couldn’t we have some fun?’ she suggested, running a hand up the side of Jay’s thigh.

He moved slightly, making his displeasure clear. ‘I’m not going to tell you again, I’m busy.’

‘Well, I’m going for a walk!’ she exclaimed.

‘Fine.’

She walked away from him as provocatively as she could, knowing that her tight skirt would emphasise the sway of her buttocks as she placed one high-heeled shoe in front of the other. It would turn Jay on, and serve him right, she thought to herself. He’d positively neglected her recently and she suspected she knew the reason why. The last time he’d been to the cottage to ‘collect his rent’, as he put it, she’d suggested that she went with him, but he’d refused and her suspicions had turned to certainty. He was intrigued by Davina, and although Pattie thought that the English girl was too boring to hold his attention for long she was still
watchful. With a country estate in England to go with his position in Boston society Jay was now an even better catch than before, and she didn’t intend to lose him. On the other hand, she wasn’t going to let him take her for granted.

She kept walking until she reached the summer-house and there, coming from the opposite direction, she saw Davina’s boyfriend Phil, a black Labrador dog racing around in circles near him.

‘If that dog messes on the lawn Jay’ll have him shot,’ she called.

Phil drew level with her. ‘That would suit me.’

She was surprised but also intrigued. ‘I thought the English were passionate about their dogs?’

‘This isn’t my dog, it was Davina’s uncle’s.’

‘Right. You’re not a dog man I take it?’

‘No, I prefer blonde Californian girls.’

‘To lead around on a leash?’ she asked mischievously.

For a moment he looked startled and she realised that things she now took for granted because of Jay would be totally alien to this stolid estate agent. She studied him carefully. He was not quite as tall as Jay, probably a fraction under six foot, and was sturdily
built with fair wavy hair. His blue eyes lacked the penetration of Jay’s gaze but there was a remoteness about them that intrigued her. Suddenly she thought of a way to relieve her boredom.

‘Get rid of the dog,’ she murmured huskily, moving closer to Phil.

‘How?’

‘Tell it to go home or something.’

‘I don’t know if that’ll work,’ he muttered, turning towards the barking dog. ‘Home boy,’ he said firmly, and to Pattie’s relief the dog immediately started running towards the cottage.

‘There, problem solved,’ she said brightly, and holding out her hand she drew Phil towards the steps that led up to the summerhouse. She could tell that he was both excited and nervous, which only increased her own desire. Within seconds she’d stripped and promptly started to unfasten Phil’s jeans. For a moment he put his hand on hers as though he was going to push her away, but then with a groan of desire he allowed her to ease his zip down and within seconds was tearing at his own shirt as her urgency communicated itself to him.

The evening sun was shining down on them and
Pattie’s flesh revelled in the warmth. She lay on her back on the steps, her right leg bent at the knee, her left extended straight in front of her. When Phil hesitated she reached up and pulled him down over her so that his hands were resting on the top step above her head, his right knee was next to her face, his left leg placed between her thighs.

Now Pattie was able to take him into her mouth, to draw in the long lean length of him while at the same time she used her hands to stimulate the root of his erection. She heard him give a sigh of pleasure and pressed her right thigh against his left leg, reminding him that she too needed stimulation.

Phil moved his leg between her thighs, pushing hard against her pubic mound while she wriggled her hips as the first exciting tremors began to shake her body. She felt wonderful. She could tell from the smothered gasps that were coming from Phil that he was unbearably excited and she deliberately stopped sucking on his glans, deciding instead to use her tongue lightly and teasingly around the soft ridge, occasionally flicking it into the slit at the top without ever quite allowing him to come.

Half mad with excitement and need, Phil pressed his leg even harder against Pattie’s sex and she felt her clitoris being stimulated as the outer sex lips pressed down on it. She whimpered with pleasure and while continuing to massage Phil’s erection with her left hand used her right to caress her own breasts. She pinched the nipples and surrounding areolae so that streaks of pleasure shot through her, down between her ribs and into her belly. She knew that they were both rapidly approaching their climax and now, because her own orgasm was imminent, she started to suck slowly and steadily on Phil’s erection again.