Bear Flesh Delights

It was already ten now, and she wasn’t wearing anything anyway, so it was the perfect time for a bubble bath. With a heady smile, she realized she was feeling a bit sore from last night’s activities. She really could use the soak.

Clean and dressed, she picked up her cell phone and texted, Where is the jetty launch?

Take the path down to the beach, Joe replied. It’s near the boat docks by the road.

With a nod, Amelia stepped outside and walked along the path as usual, feeling uneasy when she came across the ‘keep out’ sign, quickening her pace to hurry past. Judy had told her the land belonged to the Harpers, and since Nathan Harper and his sons had become her own personal stalkers since he’d thrown her out of his store, she didn’t like to be so close to it.

However, she forgot her discomfort as she came down to the water’s edge. As usual, groups of people lined the water, and the lake had a few sailboats and other types of water activities going on. She wandered over toward the docks.

She spotted Skylar’s truck with two jet skis poking out of the back. Only two? she wondered curiously as she made her way up to it. Before she arrived, a smirking Skylar got out and came to meet her.

“Hi, Skylar,” said Amelia with her customary inflection.

“Hi, Amelia,” he said back, and took her into his arms, giving her a rather thorough kiss. She felt more than a little aroused before he stopped, but she told herself that was probably because she’d recently been having s*x with Joe.

A twinge of guilt tried to creep its way into her system when she remembered that. She’d had s*x with Joe–really good s*x. Didn’t that mean she had made a choice? But if that was the case, why was her heart beating so wildly in her chest for the taller, slightly darker man in her arms? Now, she was feeling more confused than ever.

“Let’s go play,” said Skylar, and by his tone she could tell he wasn’t talking about just on the skis. A little thrill passed through her system as she realized she was going to have him soon. There was no mistaking the invitation in his tone. They were going somewhere to make love. Just like Joe wanted. Just like she wanted, too.

They walked back to the truck, and Skylar opened the tailgate. Amelia could see that the two jet skis were on a sort of platform which could be brought out on a ramp that he pulled out. He carefully brought the platform and its cargo down while she stood off to the side, and wheeled it over to the docks. One at a time, he strong-armed them into the water.

He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, white, and some jean cut-offs, along with some water socks. His muscles rippled in a most enticing way, making Amelia think of Judy and her constant talk about musclebound mountain men. She could really see the appeal as she watched Skylar work.

Of course, she was wondering why Joe wasn’t there at the moment, but she didn’t take a whole lot of time to think about it. She’d gotten used to the way the two of them did things interchangeably. So much so, she hadn’t even been surprised by it.

“Ready, babe?” asked Skylar with a smirk, his eyes tracing down her body, making her squirm with her desire to get to the destination as opposed to the ride. She wondered if he could tell when she saw that amusement in his eyes.

“Let’s go,” she said with a nod.

“I know of a private island where we can go for lunch,” he told her, his voice caressing over her skin like warm velvet. Husky and seductive. He must be well aware what she and Joe had done last night, and was eagerly anticipating a coupling of their own. His whole body was exuding that excitement, and Amelia was more than ready to fulfill the fantasy.

“How far away is it?” she asked huskily, making him chuckle.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be good and wet by the time we arrive,” he said, putting a hand under her chin and tilting her face up for another kiss. Was it possible it was even hotter than the first? He backed off and they headed toward the skis.

Amelia looked at hers dubiously as she figured out how to get on.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked.

“Was it that obvious?” she chuckled.

“Totally obvious,” he smirked. He was leaning slightly forward on his own ski, and Amelia mirrored his stance. He said, “Why don’t I show you how to turn it on?”

“I’m a pretty fast learner,” she smirked back.

“Watch me, baby,” he told her, and that voice of his sent a shiver right down into her groin. He was infinitely good at turning things on. She saw what he did, and then she copied him, the jet ski purring to life between her thighs, heightening her awareness of that part of her body even more.

Skylar explained how to work the thing, and soon the two of them were out on the water. Amelia decided she liked this mode of travel much better than some boat, and when she smiled appreciatively at him Skylar gunned his engine, spraying her with water as he surged forward.

“No fair!” she called after him. The two of them were laughing like a couple of idiots, chasing each other along the huge lake. A few times, Amelia managed to spray him back, but mostly it was Skylar spraying her. It was so much fun Amelia almost forgot their main objective completely. But then, Skylar slowed as they neared the docks on a small island, and led her in.

She was feeling breathless and deliciously wet. Skylar helped her ashore and they fell together on a patch of grass. Their idiotic grins were replaced with something much more carnal as they looked into each other’s eyes.