Revealing Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #3) (9 page)

Laura grinned and then followed the other
woman's lead as she spread her towel out along the bench and then
lounged back with her knees bent and pointed toward Rob. She
relaxed back with her eyes closed, and Rob sat up and casually
glanced around the room. Eight feet from him was a gorgeous tall
woman with perky breasts and a tiny ass, and three feet from him
was his completely naked ex-girlfriend with her pussy pointed right
at his face. Oh and that creepy guy was there as well. Rob ignored
the guy and the tall girl, and focused on Laura's body as she
lazily moved her knees apart a few inches and then back together
over and over. Her foot gently brushed his thigh, and Rob didn't
need to keep flexing his groin muscles any longer because his body
was sending more blood then he wanted to his cock. He covered it
partially with the towel as he continued staring at Laura's
body.

The tall woman stood and left the room just as
Laura’s toes dug their way under Rob's thigh. He exhaled deeply and
then watched as she spread her legs wider, her little pussy opening
up just slightly before his eyes. Rob leaned back and put his hands
behind his head. Then he made eye contact with the creepy guy who
was now smiling. Rob glared at him, and the guy looked away and
stared at Laura's breasts. Rob's mouth dropped open as he continued
to glare at the guy, and when he finally glanced back to him, Rob
motioned with his head to the door and made a face that screamed,
Hey, dude get the fuck out of here.

The creepy guy looked totally offended as he
stormed out of the room. Laura glanced around, saw that they were
finally alone, and smiled. Rob grinned as Laura spread her knees
far apart. He gazed into her crotch, and his penis grew even
larger. Her toe gently caressed his thigh, and he took a deep
breath. She moved one leg from the bench to the floor, and the
other she placed on the higher bench behind them.

He stood and spread out his towel directly in
front of her pussy. He lay down flat on the bench with his head
just a few inches from her crotch. He reached down and adjusted his
expanding penis so it wasn't quite so uncomfortable, and then he
grinned. Laura looked between her legs to the top of his head, and
she smiled widely. She moved her foot from the higher bench and
placed it gently on his back to carefully coax him closer. He
lifted his head up until his mouth was in line with her sweet, wet
pussy, and he sighed. Their eyes met for a moment, and then he
scooted forward while she slid toward him. A moment later his
tongue was deep inside her. She groaned with delight. Sweat poured
from her body as he licked her wildly. He moved to her clit and
covered it with tiny licks. She stared at him breathlessly. He
reached under her and cupped the cheeks of her ass.

She curled her legs toward her breasts, and he
slid closer licking from just below her pussy to her clit over and
over as her eyes rolled back in her head. She gripped the higher
bench with one hand and squeezed her nipple with the other. He kept
going, up and down and up and down as she bent her head back and
stared directly at the wall. He moved his hands to her thighs and
pulled them apart gently before plunging his tongue deep inside of
her. She gasped as he darted his tongue in and out.

He slid higher and licked her clitoris slowly at
first, her breathing was labored and her moaning was soft. As he
licked harder, her moans grew louder along with it. He slipped two
fingers into her pussy and pumped them inside while he focused
directly on her swollen button. She opened her mouth wide and cried
out with a muffled scream. She pushed his face away from her
sensitive folds, sat up, and then leaned back on the bench directly
behind her gasping for breath.

Rob put his head back down and grinned. He knew
he was next. She gazed at his large shoulder muscles and then her
eyes trailed down to his waist and up onto his powerful glutes. Her
lips parted, and then she ran her tongue around them.

Laura stood, walked over, and kneeled down next
to him. He could feel her near. She placed her hand on his sweaty
lower back and ran her finger slowly over his ass cheek and onto
his thigh. He held his breath. She slid her hand between his legs
until she touched his cock. He groaned. Rob dropped one of his legs
off the bench, and she wrapped her hand around his length and
squeezed it firmly. He closed his eyes while she slowly jerked him
off at that awkward angle. It felt fucking amazing.

He turned to his side and then on his back, his
hard, thick cock pointed to the ceiling. Laura eyed it hungrily,
and then she leaned in and took him deep into her mouth. He moved a
hand to her head and gently held it, as she slowly moved her lips
over him. He tasted of a combination of precum, sweat, and chorine,
but she thought it tasted good.

She missed his big fat cock. Laura moaned as she
took him deeper into her mouth. She cupped his balls carefully as
she sucked him faster and faster. She squeezed his testicles hard,
moved her mouth up to his head and sucked on the slit. He moaned
loudly, and she pulled away and jerked him off with one hand as she
continued squeezing his balls with the other. He groaned as he
exploded up almost two feet in the air—a huge gush of cum flying
straight up and then back down to the towel. She grinned as she
kept pumping him and a second shot, not quite as high, flew out,
and then finally one last dribble. He lifted his head off the bench
with his eyes closed as she continued to slowly milk him. He lay
his head back down and took a deep breath as she lay right on top
of him with her heaving sweaty breasts pressed into his abdomen. He
glanced down to her. "I've missed you."

"I’ve missed you too."

"I'm sorry about the cruise."

"Let's not talk about it. Let's just forget
about it."

He nodded and slumped back while he ran his
fingers through her hair. After ten seconds, he glanced back to
her. "I've got to get out of here. It's hot as hell."

She pulled up. "I know."

"Pool?" he asked.

She nodded then they headed out of the room
through opposite doors.

Two minutes later, Laura walked out to the pool
and found Rob already in the water and no one else around. She
jumped in and swam to him. He gave her a serious look. "What
exactly are we doing? Are we back or…"

"This was fun, but you're here, and I'm in
Miami. Why don't we just not define it? Let's just have some fun
when we see each other."

"Okay."

He took her in his arms, she wrapped her legs
around him, and he moved around the pool carrying her. She felt his
cock harden, and she wrapped her legs around him tighter.

He said, "You heard my mother's getting married,
right?"

"Yeah, to your best friend," she chuckled.

"I know. It's weird, but somehow they are good
together. She's happy, and he's actually a great guy."

"I know. He wouldn't sleep with me."

"He was in love with her even then. So the
wedding is October ninth in St. Barts. My mother has a plane
chartered, and we leave that Friday and come back Monday. Do you
want to go with me?"

"I do," she said with a sexy smile.

He smiled at her, and they kissed. They kissed
more passionately as he moved near the edge of the pool. He reached
down to her bikini bottoms and moved them aside as he slid a finger
into her pussy. She gasped and then looked around the empty pool
area. "Rob!"

"What?"

"We're in a public place."

"I just licked your pussy in a public steam
room. No one's around," Rob said, and she shrugged in agreement. He
pushed his swim trunks down a little and pulled out his fully hard
cock. He guided it into her pussy, and she slid down over him,
using her legs to pull him deep inside.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned. They kissed, their
tongues exploring each other's mouths as she began moving her hips
back and forth.

"God, you feel so good," she said.

They fucked like crazy in the pool. She felt
nearly weightless as he moved her up and down on him. When neither
could cum after five minutes of really, really trying hard they
went upstairs and finished the job.

The next day, on September
twentieth, Albert Blair sat in his office pensively reviewing, for
the tenth time, the background report on the superflexible and also
apparently anal-sex loving Natalie Brookhart. He was torn but only
slightly. Five copies of Jillian's new novel,
The Leg Thing
, sat on his desk. He
exhaled deeply and then pulled out an overnight envelope. Inside he
placed a copy of the book along with three articles on famous
literary-related lawsuits and attached a Post-it note that simply
said, "Enjoy this, Rebecca." He sealed and addressed the envelope,
but did not include his return address information; he sent his
assistant to drop it off. His frown turned into a smile.

Over a thousand miles away, Jillian walked down
to the bookstore at the mall and searched for her new novel. She
wore sunglasses so she wouldn't be recognized and found a few
copies of her book on a shelf with other new releases; there was no
special display or promotion. She asked the clerk how it was
selling, and he just shrugged and made a face, and then got back to
work stocking a shelf. She walked back home disappointed.

At just about the same time, on the campus of
NYU, Natalie Brookhart walked into the campus bookstore and a
display of books caught her attention. Her eye was instantly drawn
to the silhouette of a ballerina in the exact pose that she made
famous at the University of Georgia. She couldn't remember how many
times she was asked to get into the position, either at parties or
in the quad outside of her dorm, but she was quite well known for
it. Hardly anyone knew the technical name for the pose; everyone
who asked always referred to it as the leg thing.

As she glanced from the image
of the ballerina to the title of the book, which read
T
he Leg Thing,
she saw that it was by Jaclyn West. She nearly had an
aneurysm. She rushed into the store, looked around in a panic, and
could not locate the book. She spotted a female employee. "Where is
that Jaclyn West novel you have in the window?"

The woman replied, "Oh, it's wonderful. Such a
great love story—funny too." Then she pointed toward the display.
Natalie rushed over and picked up a copy. She read the jacket
description:

Anastasia
White is a disillusioned, recently divorced, world-famous
fashion designer. Brice Nelson is a tennis-obsessed, college senior
who’s unlucky in love, and the roommate and best friend of
Anastasia’s son, Ryder. He’s infatuated with a superflexible,
ex-ballet dancer co-ed named Rebecca, who’s toying with his
affections. When Ryder brings Brice home for spring break, and he
meets the surprisingly young and also tennis-passionate Anastasia,
their shared interest quickly develops into an intense mutual
attraction...

"Holy shit!" Natalie said as
she stopped reading the jacket and began flipping through the book.
She turned pages until she spotted the name Rebecca. Then she read
a paragraph about Brice watching Rebecca get into the leg thing
position as it was written in exquisite detail. She smiled and
flipped through more of the book until she just happened on the
term
technical virgin
. Her mouth shot open as she read all the explicit details of
Rebecca explaining it to Brice. It made Rebecca sound like an
idiot. Natalie scowled, slammed the book closed, turned to the back
cover, and stared at the picture of the smiling Jillian Grayson.
She glanced back to the display of forty copies of the slanderous
novel, and her blood began to boil.

Natalie headed to the door with the book in
hand. The clerk standing nearby watched in shock as she walked past
her and was a foot from the door. The clerk said with concern, "Is
there anything else I can help you find?"

Natalie came back to the planet. "Oh sorry. I'll
just take this."

The clerk held out her hand, Natalie handed over
the book, and then followed her to the counter, "Can't wait to dive
right into it, can you?"

"Uh, no."

The clerk scanned the book then held it up. "I
just love the cover. That's a real ballet move you know?"

"Uh, huh."

"The Rebecca character is a real monster. I
don't want to give anything away, but she's completely out of her
mind." The clerk whispered, "Into this really deviant sex stuff. I,
uh, couldn't put it down though. Are you one of our reward
members?"

Natalie returned a tired look. "No."

The clerk glanced at the screen. "That'll be
thirty fifty-eight."

Her jaw dropped as she asked, "Thirty
dollars?"

"Yes. It would be about twenty-five, but you
don’t have a rewards card. I can sign you up if—"

"Are you selling a lot of this book?" Natalie
asked with keen interest.

"We are. I think it could be her biggest seller
ever. Her fans have been waiting almost two years for a new
book."

Natalie wore an evil grin as she handed over the
cash.

Once she retuned to her dorm,
Natalie dove into the novel. When she finished at 3:16
A.M.
boy was she pissed.
Rebecca was obviously based on her—she was Rebecca. Brice and Ryder
and Anastasia were Brian, Rob, and Jillian. It was worse than she
thought in the bookstore. She was painted as an anal sex whore,
man-manipulating lunatic. She flipped to the copyright page and
read:

This book is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are the
product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely
coincidental.