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“You look perfect. Keep Jake on his toes, huh, with all those man eyes on that derrière.” She tweaks my breast unabashedly before turning and walking out with a confident air. My face flames her lack of inhibition, and I follow her reluctantly.
I had stupidly confessed to her that Jake and I were having a little bet, and she grinned with the wise words, “All is fair in love and war,” before digging out this red number for me to wear. She had that same wicked glint in her eye I’ve seen on Jake many times, and it’s hard not to think of this one as his cousin rather than her boyfriend’s cousin.
Returning to the pool with a towel over my arm, I lift my chin defiantly; I can work this and make it look like I would wear something this revealing every day. Jake’s engrossed in conversation with two men, Cara has moved to a chair nearby with Arrick, and all eyes turn to us as we approach. One of the men nudges Jake on the shoulder and nods toward me.
Jake’s jaw drops when he sees me, and then he clamps his mouth shut with a frown. Following Alessandra, I walk past him to the loungers across from the pool, smiling only briefly at him in passing as if he were no more than an acquaintance.
Eat that, Jake.
I slowly get comfortable, aware his attention is on me from afar. Alessandra asks me to rub lotion on her back with a wicked smile. Without looking, I can feel his eyes boring into me, every one of my senses on high alert, goosebumps littering my skin.
“You want men to be hot for you, baby girl?” she whispers seductively, “then take my lead, rub me good, yeah.” She hands me suntan oil and rolls onto her stomach, untying her bikini at the back and encouraging me gently. Feeling brave, I slide beside her onto the lounger, lean over her, and slowly and deliberately rub small amounts of oil over her naked skin. Far enough away not to be heard by the men, she gives me directions, enjoying this little chance to tease our men. One of the boys sitting with Jake is his cousin, Gino, her boyfriend, and judging by their glances, our little ploy has not gone unnoticed. They can barely keep their conversation flowing or control their wandering eyes.
“Men are easy, Emma,” she says huskily, watching me from her tilted head on the cushion. “They think everything is sex, sex, sex … As a woman, you can make them think it is,” She giggles huskily, a strangely seductive sound, and encourages me to massage the oil lower.
“I think Jake’s on the verge of taking a cold shower,” I giggle as I notice him shifting position in his seat more than once. He has laid a magazine across his lap and seems to be struggling with his facial expression. I can’t decide if he wants to punch someone or come over and strip me.
“Want to make him squirm?” she asks, sitting up and quickly tying her bikini. “Your turn, Bambina. See, men like to see their women being touched. Gino’s fantasy is to see me fuck a girl … I’m not into girls, but teasing him is fun.” She gets up, pushes me down on the lounger onto my back, and immediately straddles me, her small pelvis resting over mine in a completely awkward manner. I take a quick breath and hold it. Sexual displays make me feel unbelievably uncomfortable, even when from a woman. Well, unless it’s Jake, he seems to have cured me of any inhibitions when it comes to him.
She drizzles oil on her hands and begins working it onto my skin across the exposed part of my stomach and up onto my exposed cleavage, grinning at me since she’s facing away from them enough not to be seen. From their angle, they can see her hands working me over, her face concealed by her hair.
“What are they doing now?” She smiles innocently.
“Breaking their necks to see what you’re doing,” I giggle and witness Jake almost topple off his lounger from the angle he’s leaning over. He rights himself, then stands and pulls his shades over his eyes in an attempt to coolly cover his near fall. I can tell by the way he starts adjusting his shorts that he’s having a hard time.
Literally.
“Turn over, Bambina,” she whispers and moves up so I can flip. I gasp as she smacks me lightly on the ass before tending to my back as I did to hers. I can feel my bikini loosen as she unties it, and I close my eyes, trying to relax and enjoy the feeling of her gentle hands. I freeze as her body lies down on top of mine, her feet pushing my legs apart so her hips can nestle against my butt, and she starts nuzzling my neck softly, her breath on my skin. I stiffen at the contact and immediately pull out from under her, pulling my bikini with me to stay concealed. It’s beyond uncomfortable, and I’m barely controlling my panic.
“Aww, Bambina … too much? You will be thanking me in a second.” I don’t get a chance to respond as Jake is beside me instantly, pulling my hand and barely giving me a chance to tie my bikini. His look is dark and piercing, his manner agitated, and he seems to be oozing sexual tension. My heart rate skips up a gear.
He’s so easy!
“Wow, wait!” I yelp, aware I’m losing my scrap of fabric. He stops, turning to see me clutching it across my breasts, and helps me to tie it.
“I need you to come with me. We need to be alone … right now!” he rasps in my ear huskily and yanks me away from the poolside gathering, other eyes lifting in curiosity as he practically hauls me at speed. I’m not sure if he’s angry or craving sex, but either way, his body radiates enough hot energy to power a planet. I feel a ripple of apprehension, and I try to gauge if this is sex-mad Jake or green-eyed jealous Jake.
Surely not jealous over a woman?
We barely get out of sight behind a building close to the house when he yanks me around, pushes me against the wall, and crushes a kiss on me so hard it catches my breath. His mouth devours mine in a frenzy of passion and need, and I surrender weakly. His hands yank my bikini down under my breasts to ravage me, lifting me so I’m around his waist and pushing me so hard into the wall behind that I’m practically compressed. His obvious desire is bursting from his damp swim shorts, his hands claiming me carelessly as though he’s lost all sense of gentleness.
This is who I wanted.
He grinds into me, kissing every ounce of rejection and defense away before moving to my breasts and sucking my nipples to attention. Overcome with a sense of triumph and celebration at how easy this win was, I lower all defenses, mentally thanking Alessandra and trying my hardest not to moan out loud. The growing heat inside of me is throbbing manically for release as his hands bite into the skin under my butt, his fingers of one hand slide further under the edge of my bikini pants and slide into me. Finding me more than ready, he groans into my mouth.
He drops me to my feet, pulling his hands away, and turns me roughly against the building’s smooth wall, forcing me to brace my hands against it. He has one hand on my breast, his mouth against my neck. His other hand finds its way back inside me under my bikini panties and starts pushing in and out from the back. I’m moaning and grinding into his palm. My eyes are screwed shut so I can get lost in the sensations. I can’t control the building waves he always effortlessly begins in me. He’s hard against me yet doesn’t escalate to sex, just fingers and mouth on my skin bringing me closer.
“Is that good, baby?” He growls into my ear, breathless and hot. I tremble under his power, his voice doing as much to me as his hands.
“Uh, Mmmmm, huh,” I moan, equally breathless as he slowly tortures me with his fingers, his other hand skillfully teasing my nipple. I’m so wet I can feel his finger sliding effortlessly as I throb. My hands are braced on the building, rough under my smooth palms, as I’m unable to do anything except surrender to him, my legs wide apart. His hard body is molded to mine while those wicked hands pleasure me deeply.
“You want to cum like this?” He pushes against me again, showing me how turned on he is. His strong naked torso against my bare skin is itself causing a wave of sensation. I’m so lost to him; it’s pathetic.
“Mmmm hmmm,” is the only answer I can give, unable to talk as I move back against him, the building pleasure soaring through me, making my body tingle and my nipples ache. He probes and slides into me with his finger, feeling me tighten around him, his kisses tracing my neck and shoulders slowly and seductively. I moan and writhe as I begin to climb, the orgasm merely seconds away, my legs trembling with the threat of giving out completely. I breathe harder, my moaning pitching higher as I come closer and closer to the brink. The pressure builds, and tingles course through me; my legs turn to Jell-O, and my insides tingle in anticipation, my whole body heating and vibrating.
“Pity we made that little deal then, huh?” His voice changes, like night from day, and his hand pulls out of me fast, letting me go to sag against the building in outrage. All sensations cut off, like being dunked in ice water in a flash. It takes a moment to recover from the ecstasy of what he was doing; I turn on him and see the smugness and complete control on his face. He looks like the cat who got the cream. I stare in open-mouthed disbelief.
“Denying a woman an orgasm when she’s as close to it as you were, baby, must be torture,” he grins, leaning over to yank up my bikini to cover my breasts, and turns to walk away while adjusting himself in his shorts. “I recommend a change of outfit, Emma. You’re not concealing how much you want to be fucked right now.” With a wink, he adjusts his manhood and walks toward the house without a backward glance.
I erupt into a violent spew of curse words and anger, turning the air blue; if I had something to throw at him, I would. Unable to control the wave of anger and sexual frustration, I just let rip without caring if anyone can hear me.
He’s right in a way that he didn’t even mean—stopping when I was so close to the brink makes me crazy mad, and I storm after him, yanking his arm so he faces me.
“What the fuck?” I yell at him. Concealed by palm trees from the pool so no one can see us. I don’t even care if they can hear us right now. I’m that pissed off.
“You agreed to this game, Emma. Think you can play out some little lesbian fantasy scene with Alessandra, and I’ll what? Come begging to have sex? I told you, baby … we’re not matched in this; I’ve been around a lot more than you have. I was just reminding you of that little fact.”
He leans down and kisses me chastely on the corner of my mouth, then moves off again, smugness personified over that face of his. I have no words, no retorts or violent outbursts, just complete speechlessness and the urge to hit him over the head.
I march into the house and throw him a glare as he settles himself down at the breakfast bar. Ignoring the overly pleased grin across his face, I walk past him to the stairs and head for our room in complete rage. So many emotions are racing through my head that I think I may self-combust in a grand fashion.

* * *

Even the icy blast from the shower doesn’t help alleviate the burning ache inside me; he’s never left me mid-orgasm before, and it’s agony. With every part of me crying for release, I even consider finishing the job myself. I don’t, though.
Maybe that’s what he wants. I can’t forget how manipulative he can be when he sets his mind on something and I won’t give him the satisfaction.
I shower quickly and then storm into the room to start getting dressed for him.
He wants seduction? Then he’ll get seduction.
I’d packed enough lingerie for this trip to see me through a week. He likes to rip enough of it off me. I bought a new set for bed that he hasn’t seen yet: a tight see-through slip dress, black lace panties, and a bra. I ordered them online as a surprise to rile up my sexy man in all his aggressive fury.
We shall see, Carrero!