Revealing the Diane Collier Erotic Romance Collection (8 page)

She shimmied out of her pajama bottoms and leaned forward to kiss him. His arms went around her back, touching her, rubbing her from her shoulders to her waist to her bottom. He couldn’t believe they were actually doing this. When she threw one leg over him, to straddle him, he felt the wet heat of her womanhood touching his shaft and he surged up under her.

Julia took him in her fist again, this time drawing him back to position him at her entrance and then slowly, wetly, slid down onto him. For a moment neither of them could move. He could feel her pulsing and clenching around him, and his own response was to jerk and twitch inside her.

“Oh god,” she breathed out. “I can’t hold back.” Julia started moving over him, slowly swiveling her hips back and forth. “You’ve made me wait so long for this.”

“Shhh,” he whispered, putting a finger over her lips, then moved to grip her hips. The heat inside her was incredible. She was so slick and tight at the same time, he could hardly hold back and started moving with her. Within moments he heard her panting loudly above him.

“I’m… gonna…” she started.

“Go baby,” Brett encouraged her, moving harder and faster inside her.

“I’m… coming… now,” she cried out, unable to hold back a moment more. Her whole body shook with the effort, her inner walls gripped him tightly as she spasmed around him. Finally it was over. As she relaxed against him, held in his arms, he still penetrated deep and hard.

“So good,” she said, sleepily. “Now it’s your turn again.” She lifted her head to grin at him through her curtain of hair.

Brett smiled back tenderly and lifted her slowly off him. Laying her out her back, he knelt between her slender thighs and positioned himself.

Many long moments later, he was arching his back as he thrust deeply into her. His body quivered as they climaxed, together this time. Panting, trying to recover enough to move, Brett could feel her heart pounding against his chest. She was just as affected by this as he was, and it made him happy. He really did have feelings for her and wondered how they’d be able to make it work.

They fell asleep, naked and satiated, wrapped in each other’s arms.

The sound of the cabin door opening woke them. Brett lazily opened one eye and peered into the light to see who it was. Roland! His blood ran cold as he realized the scene as his friend must see it.

The two of them, clearly naked, were together in bed.

“Hey,” Roland called as he kicked the door shut behind him.

“Hey,” Julia replied, her voice gruff with sleep.

Roland had his back to them as he deposited some bags on the kitchen counter. Without turning around he addressed them.

“Did I just see correctly? You two, naked in bed together?” His voice seemed loud in the little cabin.

“I can explain…” Brett started speaking.

“No,” Julia said to him putting her hand on his arm. “Roland, this is none of your business. Yes, I’m your baby sister but in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a baby anymore. Thank you for your concern, but I know what I’m doing.”

“I’ll be outside,” he growled and left the room, giving them a chance to get up and get dressed.

Brett spoke to her quietly while they were still alone. “You need to know something.”

“What’s that Brett?” she sounded annoyed.

“I don’t do one night stands. What happened between us, that whole thing yesterday and last night, that’s been brewing for a long time.” She’d finished pushing the bed back into couch and stood listening to him. “Yes, I have feelings for you, more than just liking you. I think we have something real.” He waited for her response.

Julia looked at the floor, then out the window but didn’t speak for a while. Finally, her voice catching, she responded. “I’m glad. I know it’s not always going to be easy, but I really want to see where this goes with us. I’ve never felt like this before, never had such a connection before and…” she broke off on a small sob.

Brett took two steps towards her and held her in his arms, offering her comfort. “I’ll go speak to Roland.”

Outside his friend was pacing. Brett walked across the small patch of grass and stood next to him. “I’m sorry you walked in on us like that.” His voice was quiet and serious. Roland needed to know that he wasn’t just using his sister for a quick shag.

“I didn’t expect anything to happen between us. Not ever, you have to know that. It wasn’t planned.” Roland snorted. “Seriously bud. I’ve always liked her, she’s awesome. Funny, kind, happy, passionate. She’s just…” He’d run out of steam.

“Perfect?” Roland asked.

“Perfect,” he agreed. “I… I think I love her, man.” He was shocked at his own admission. He did love her!

Roland was smiling at him. “Bud, she’s my sister. I don’t want to know what you guys get up to, but she loves you too.”

“How do you know,” Brett demanded.

“Bud, chicks write shit on
everything
. She’s been writing your name in hearts for years.”

Brett grinned and headed back to the cabin. This was working out just… perfectly.

***

The
warmth of the early morning sun soaked into Lee’s skin as she lay on the lounger in her garden.
Relaxing naked next to her pool, she was exhausted after a long week at work and sighed as she felt her body warming up.
It was almost the financial year end and everyone at the office was running around in a panic, making sure that everything was in order for the auditors when they arrived.
Her boss was demanding, expecting everyone to put in overtime at a moment’s notice and it had taken its toll on her now.

As she lay there, a cool breeze fluttered over her, making her nipples grow hard.
She savored the light tingling feeling and she began to drift into a light doze. Her mind wandered over the events of the last week, her boss, her job, her home... until her thoughts became daydreams.

Her neighbor and friend for the past five years, Travis, had recently helped put up a privacy fence for her.
It kept the pool area private enough to allow her to swim or tan naked without any of her other neighbors being able to see her.
Not that she did it often, but now that she had the privacy…

Behind her closed eyes she recalled how he’d looked as he worked beside the other people she’d hired to do the job.
She recalled his muscular arms, how they flexed as he’d dug and set posts for her fence.
In her mind’s eye she could see the muscles rippling in his back as he bent over to dig or place posts.
The memory of seeing him shirtless and glistening with a hard-earned perspiration turned her insides warm and pulsing with need.

She missed the intimacy of having a man in her life.
Using her accident five years earlier as an excuse
her husband had divorced her, leaving her to battle though alone.
They’d been married for such a short time, and so young too, that she could hardly blame him for running.
There had been problems between them long before he left though.
At one time she’d suspected he was having an affair and had been in the process of finding out more but the accident had put a stop to it and then it had become a moot point anyway.

There were times, not often though, that she was grateful things had worked out this way.
She’d been a passenger on the bike that had been sideswiped by a car, and the only one injured.
Her ex-husband had walked away without a scratch and she’d had a very bad break around her knee.
Months of having a cast, then having it pinned, and then physical therapy had been hard for her.
She’d lost her job but the insurance payout she’d finally received had been enough to carry her through as well as put a big down payment on her house.

She was mostly fine now, suffering only from the occasional pain and limp, and owed it all to her own determination.
The physical scars that remained reminded her of her strength and she’d grown to accept them.

In the background of her daydream she could hear Travis working in his own garden, singing slightly off-key.
The familiarity of it soothed and comforted her.

Travis had moved into his house at about the same time as she had moved into hers and he’d put his own unpacking on hold when he’d seen her struggling around on crutches.
He’d moved, arranged, unpacked and cooked for her then, and they’d become firm friends.
She confided in him about her accident and the end of her marriage and he’d reciprocated by eventually opening up to her about his own marriage and finding his wife in bed with her boss.
Neither of them had been ready for anything more than friendship.

Over the years they’d grown closer and now both thought of the other as their best friend.
Often, late at night, Lee would lie in bed and wish that she was bold enough to invite Travis over but the worry that it would destroy what they had together always stopped her from making the call.
So, she comforted herself by lying awake and thinking about his lean hips and firm backside, imagining him lying between her open thighs.

Lying in the warm sun, it was the last thing she thought of as she drifted into a deep sleep.

On the other side of the fence, Travis was shirtless in the sun as he dug in the flowerbed and trimmed the edges.
His thoughts, for the umpteenth time, drifted to the garden next door where he knew Lee was lying in the sun.
What he didn’t know was that she was naked.

He thought they had a close friendship but it was becoming more and more difficult to keep it that way.
After first meeting her he’d admired her strength and kept his attraction hidden.
The wounds from her accident and her divorce had eventually healed but she’d remained shy and felt she had too much baggage for any man to accept.
It had stopped her from dating and he sometimes thought that his friendship also hindered her.
He thought it was a shame that she’d been single all this time, seeing as how sexy and courageous she was.
She was one of those women that were beautiful inside and out, the scars did nothing to detract from it.

He’d dated casually himself in that time, but never brought any woman back home for some reason.
For the last year, however, he’d been on a self-imposed celibacy kick.

He’d come home after a long shift to find his air-conditioning on the blink.
The heat inside was so oppressive he’d decided to sleep out on the patio.
Moments after setting up his inflatable mattress he’d heard her splashing in pool and had walked to the low fence to say hello, hoping she’d invite him to swim.
Because of the moonlight he’d seen her before he called out.
She was floating on her back, her small firm breasts topped by dark puckered nipples.
He’d been struck dumb.
When she flipped over to swim lengths he’d seen her fantastic backside and felt his prick stirring.

Surprise at the strength of his lust for the woman he considered to be his best friend had shocked him.
He felt shame as he stood amongst the azaleas and watched her rise from the water and towel herself off.
Her slight limp as she finally walked inside told him that she’d have as much trouble sleeping as he would.
Since that night his hunger for her had grown, leaving him sleepless more than once.

He used running and working on his house and garden to work his sexual frustration off to the best of his ability, but still, he wanted her.
He was afraid to tell her; afraid that she’d shut him off and stop spending time with her, so being her friend was second best.
At least he still got to see her and spend time with her.

Hearing noises from the other side of the fence, Travis stilled.
It sounded like Lee was whimpering and moaning in distress or pain.
He dropped the rake into the garden and immediately headed to the gate in the fence between them.
Stepping through, he froze.
Lee was asleep naked on her teak lounger and she was writhing slightly wracked by a dream.
As he watched her legs opened slightly, allowing him a glimpse of her hairless cleft.

He was rock hard as he stood there; shaking his head to try and clear the fog that now clouded his mind.
Blood throbbed in his ears as he walked towards her.
He quietly called her name, trying to rouse her but she couldn’t hear him.
Leaning over her, he took her by the arm and gently shook her.
Still trapped in her dream she flailed her arms, fighting him off.
Travis stepped back to avoid a right hook to the jaw and found himself immersed in the cold water of her pool.

As he surfaced, Lee was sitting up on the lounger.

“Oh my god!
Are you okay Trav?”

“Yeah,” he grinned wryly.
“Just a bit waterlogged.
I normally take my trainers off before I swim.”
As he hoisted himself from the pool he looked at her.
Unaware of herself for the moment, she was sitting facing him, her legs slightly parted and showing him her pussy.
He felt his cock throbbing despite the cold dunking he’d just had.
She got to her feet as he got out of the water and went to get him a towel.
She was smiling to herself thinking of him falling in.
He swallowed audibly as she passed him, her breasts jiggling slightly as she walked.