Hot Property (Kingston Bros.) (13 page)

Nearly panting, she leaned forward again and braced herself on her arms, waiting for his deep and satisfying penetration, but it didn't happen. Mark removed his fingers from her warm pussy and grasped her hips with both hands. He lifted her a bit
so he was now sliding his
cock along the entrance of her body, but he didn't seem to be in any hurry to bury
his
h
ard flesh
deeply inside her
.

"Do you want it?" He asked against the back of her neck, moving his hips in a circular motion that brushed the silky head of his cock against her clit, threatening her sanity with too much pleasure.
"Nope." She said, rea
ching back to pinch his bottom.

He chuckled. "Say it and I'll g
ive you exactly what you want."

"It." She whispered and spread her thighs another inch, practically begging him with her body to give her what she needed, even if she couldn't tell him with words. She heard the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper being opened and then he was there, poised at her entrance, teasing her with just the blunt head of his hard cock. She nearly screamed with frustration, waiting for him to pull back yet again. But he did
n't. Instead he surged forward.

"Good enough." He threw his head back and thrust into her with one smooth economical movement of his lean hips. She tightened her inner muscles around him and the pressure of her tight, slippery flesh around his shaft was almost too much to handle. Gritting his teeth against the unbelievable pleasure, he tipped his
body
forward until he was deep, deep inside her. There he paused and ground his hips into her until he was able to push forward another sweet inch. When he heard her soft, mewling cry of surprised delight he began to slowly withdraw. Only to surge back inside in a powerful movement that made Serena's whole body propel forward and she had to brace herself to avoid scraping her breasts against the ro
ugh texture of the stone bench.

Mark went still for a moment, leaned forward and smoothed both his hands up her rib cage, wondering at the satiny feel of her skin. "Is this too much? Am I hurting you?" He asked softly, his breath fluttering against her shoulder blades. He reached beneath her and tweaked her icy cold nipples when she didn't respond immediately and then began to dislodge
himself from her silky flesh.

"No. Don't stop." Serena cried, pushing back against him, she began rocking back and forth, forcing his hard cock in and out of her body in a fast, hard cadence that made Mark want t
o roar and thrash against her.

Needing to take some control, Mark leaned back and grasped her hips again, and began meeting her thrusts, smoothly taking her rhythm and making it his own.
"Oh my God," she sighed, dropping her head forward. "Please. Th
at's so good. Just like that."

Then they were moving together, slowly at first and then gradually picking up tempo until their combined cries echoed in the night as they quickly found their release. They collapsed against the stone bench, spent, and laughing together as their bodies cooled and their thoughts turned to what would happen next.

*****

Mark was running his hands over Serena's smooth back, thinking about how much he would like to explore her body in a more comfortable setting when he heard some loud rustling coming fr
om the direction of the maze.

"Shit." Mark said under his breath and felt Serena stiffen in his lap. She had curled up there very naturally after they'd made love, and he wanted nothing more than to keep her there, po
ssibly forever.

"What was that?" Serena hissed.
Mark grinned to himself, amused at her sudden terror. What was she expecting out here in the middle of suburbia? Sasquatch ma
ybe? A gang of rabid raccoons?

A familiar
curse rang out from the bushes.

"Was that who I think it was?" She whispered hoarsely, sounding relieved for a moment. Then panic started to set in again. "Oh my God. This can not be happening." Annoyance entered her voice, making her suddenly sound a tad bitchy and uptight. It was a shame
really;
she'd sounded so husky and
satisfied just moments before.

"What? It's just Jacob. We were planning on working on the gazebo tonight. But I'm sure he'd understand if I told him we made other plans." He said, trying to
keep her from squirming away.

"Just Jacob? My cousin, Jacob? Are you kidding me? He can't see me here. He's not even close to being capable of keeping a secret. Why didn't y
ou tell me he was coming here?"

"Because he's been gone awhile, and I thought he'd found some sweet young thing to distract him while he was out getting supplies. You know him. Can't resist a pretty face. I thought I was on my own for the night. Until you showed up." He smoothed his hand over her back again in a calming gesture that quickly turned sensual as he reached her full bottom. He caressed that firm, irresistible flesh for a moment, thinking about how her
ass
had felt in his hands as he'd pounded into her from beh
ind. God, he wanted her again.

Then her words sunk in. "Secret? Why do we have to be a secret? You're not fifteen anymore. Why would you care if your family finds out we're involved? Do you think they'd disapprove or something?" His mind shifted back to his past. If the Kingstons found out he'd basically been a whore to their clients they probably wouldn't l
et him near Serena ever again.

"Involved?" She scrambled away from him and began gathering what clothing she could find in the dark. "Are you kidding me? We're not involved. We just got carried away tonight. This is a one time thing. Believe me. Now, can you get that light thingy working again? I need to get out of here. And I'll never find my way out of
this stupid maze in the dark."

Mark heaved to his feet slowly, zipping up his jeans and favoring his bad knee horribly. Doggy-style was definitely not his favorite sexual position anymore. He hadn't even been aware of the pain at the time, but now he was in agony. The pleasure of finally being inside her sweet body had been so overwhelming that the discomfort had seemed a small price to pay to experience it. He would suffer this and a thousand times
worse just to feel her again.

As he straightened and attempted to put some of his weight on the bad leg, sharp shards of pain screamed through him and he fought manfully not to cry out in front of her. No matter how bad the ache in his body was it paled in comparison to the torture of Serena's dismissive words. It had been so good between them he found it difficult to comprehend that this strange encounter hadn't been the start of something real. To her, it had been just sex. And a mistake. She had no intention of giving him a chance to prove to her that he was worth more than a few hours entertainment.
He'd just been used. Yet again.

Mark found the cord for the stadium lights, plugged it back in and suddenly the clearing in the center of the maze was bright again. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the glare. Looking around him, he took in the flattened grass in front of the stone bench and the used condom wrapper beside it. He nudged the piece of foil under a rosebush with the tip of his toe. Everything else was exactly as it should be. Except for one thing. Serena was gone. Without a word. And she had taken his shirt with her.

Chapter Ten

Serena was nearly to the sidewalk when she paused to hastily pull on her skirt. She was in a mad hurry to escape Mark, and possible detection by Jacob, but running out into street in her damp panties probably wouldn't be a good idea. With her current luck, she'd run into an old lady and
give her a damn heart attack.

Sorting through the pile of clothing she was able to grab before fleeing the maze, she found Mark's grey T-shirt and swore. Where was her bra? She looked up at Mark's truck and thought about leaving the shirt there for him, but instead she brought it up to her nose. Yes, it still smelled like him. She breathed his scent into her lungs and closed her eyes. Why did he have to smell so damn good? It wasn't cologne. Just soap
,
clean sweat, and just the hint of roses. Weird that he smelled like something so feminine, but she knew she would never be able to be around that particular type of flower again without thinking about tonight and becoming just a bit aroused. The way she had felt when he'd finally invaded her body and made her feel so incredibly alive for a change was unde
niably ingrained on her memory.

It was over now. She had done what she'd set out to accomplish. She'd used and abused him. She'd satisfied her sexual curiosity and now she could finally get on with her life. And hopefully find someone kind
,
manageable and non-psychotic to sp
end the rest of her life with.

She would treat Mark just like another employee from this point on. Like Bill Thompson the plumber, or Sergio, their electrician. Mark was just the landscaper. She would be pleasant and professional, but that was it. No arguments or insults. Just indifference. That was just the way it had to be. Her eyes blurred a bit as she thought this, but she ignored the tears as she pulled on Mark's shirt and trotted towards her car down the street.

*****

"Damn it. Why were the lights out, man? I nearly dropped the beer." Jacob Kingston complained, looking confused, as he emerged into the clearing. He was carrying a case of Budwei
ser and two large pizza boxes.

Mark watched Jake approach, inwardly cursing him. He really didn't want to answer Jake's question. He wouldn't be thrilled to know that Mark had just violated his cousin on the ground like an animal just minutes earlier. Besides, Serena would castrate him if Jake found
out she'd been there with him.

"Why the hell did you come through the maze in the dark when you could have
gone
through the back?" Mark called, trying to distract Jacob, he pointed to the gap in the bushes where he suspect
ed Serena had made her escape.

"Oh Yeah." Jake grinned sheepishly. "Forgot. Besides, you know I love a challenge." He set the pizza down on the same stone bench Serena had been sprawled against as
Mark had taken her from behind.

"Let's eat over here." Mark said, grabbing the pizza containers he walked over to the gazebo and placed the boxes on the top step. He'd disposed of the condom, but he thought he could detect the faint scent of Serena's perfume over there. Or maybe that was coming from him? He gave a tentative sniff and he could smell her again, that intoxicating and elusive fragrance that had tickled his nose as he'd leaned over her. Some of her perfume must have rubbed off on him. God, it brought it all back in an instant. Her smell and the sounds she'd made. The feel of her. He was getting har
d again just thinking about it.

Turning back to grab a beer from Jake, he noticed that his friend was looking at hi
m strangely. "What?" He barked.

"Nothing." Jake dropped the case of beer in the cooler beside the gazebo and held up his hands in fake supplication. "Just wondering exactly what I interrupted here. You are, after all, shirtless. And your pants aren't done up all the way." He rubbed his chin as if figuring out a very complicated mystery. "So, I figure maybe I walked into a little self-love session. Weird time and place for it. But what do I know? Maybe roses get you horny or something.  That would explain why you became a landscaper, I gues
s. Besides, who am I to judge?"

"Jesus, Jake. I was not beating my meat out here. I was just working and got a little hot. So I took off my shirt. It's not a big deal." He grabbed his denim jacket from a nearby saw horse, and shrugged it on, at least par
tially covering his upper body.

"And your je
ans?"

"I took a piss earlier and got distracted." Mark reached down and buttoned his jeans. "There. Now. Better? What the hell is this? The
I
nquisition?"

"And I suppose your bra was binding,
so you took that off as well?"

Mark gritted his teeth. "What the
fuck are you talking about?"

Jake grinned mischiev
ously and pointed behind Mark.

Mark turned and saw Serena's white bra hanging off one of the rose bushes. He yanked it down
and stuffed it in his pocket.

Jake laughed so hard at Mark's embarrassed expression that he had to sit down on the gazebo steps. "Oh man. Look at you, being all chivalrous. But seriously. Who was it? Liz? From down the street?" He cocked a thumb towards the cottages nearby. "Oh. I know. It was Cherry, wasn't it? You stud! She's so hot. I mean. She's a cougar for sure, but damned if I wouldn't mind having her claws in my back." He held out his hand with his knuckles up, waiting for a confirming fist-bump fr
om Mark, but it didn't happen.

Mark felt his stomach drop at Jake's words. "Che
rry? Cherry who?"

Jake gave him a knowing smile. "Cherry who? C'mon. How many
chicks named Cherry
do you know exactly?"

"Oh. You mean Cherry Hamilton? That lady who lived on
Hudson
? The one with the pool and the
m
agnolias, right?"

"Christ. You are the worst liar. Yes, that Cherry. Except she's Cherry
Pizor
now. Divorced again. Fifth time, I think. And please don't try and act like you
don't know exactly who I mean."

Mark gave him a blank stare.

"Mark, seriously. It's cool that you want to protect her and all, but everyone knows about you t
wo. You don't have to hide it."

Mark went totally ice cold. They knew?
Knew what? How could they know?

Gathering his composure, Mark asked softly
, "What do you mean?"

Jake popped the top on a beer and took a deep swig. "You know. That you and Cherry had a thing before you went off to college."

Relief flooded through Mark. They only knew part of the story. Thank God. "I wouldn't exactly call it a thing. But no, she wasn't here tonight. I haven't seen or talked to her in at le
ast ten years."

"Well, too bad. Cause she's just as hot as ever. And you'll get a chance to see her soon, so be prepared. Maybe she'll want to resume your non-relationship. Lucky bastard." He shook his head regretfully and opened the pizza box to examine t
he contents.

Mark frowned and placed his hands on his hips, watching Jake decide on the most attractive piece of pizza before making his selection. "Why would I be seeing her? Did she say something to you?" What if she did want to resume their former arrangement? She had always been kind to him, but she was older now. Maybe she was bitter and holding a grudge. She hadn't been exactly happy when he'd ended their relationship after that afternoon in the pool-house. Cou
ld she be capable of blackmail?

"Not a word to me, unfortunately," Jake said, morosely, taking a huge bite of pizza. "But Lacey's mother hired her as the Wedding Planner for the big event. Lord
knows
, she does have a
LOT
of experience with weddings. Her own, anyway. So you'll definitely see her then. You're still Best Man, right? Jack hasn't canned your
ugly crippled ass yet, right?"

"Sti
ll Best Man, as far as I know."

Jake nodded. "So, who was it then? If not the cougarlicious Cherry, then
whose
bra was that? Though, really, I should have known it couldn't belong to her. Her boobs would never be contained by that scrap of lace you've got in your pocket." He held his own hands several inches in front of his chest, demonstrating the size
of Cherry's large fake breasts.

"It was someone else." Mark said
absently
, reaching into his pocket to touch the bra he'd tucked there for safe-keeping. Personally, he thought Serena's breasts were perfect. Cherry's massive ma
mmaries didn't even come close.

"I get it." Jake nodded knowingly. "You don't know who she was. Just some random
nymphomaniac
wandering around in the maze? And you offered to show her the way out, for a price." He wiggled h
is sandy eyebrows suggestively.

"What? No, nothing like that. You watch
too much porn, you know that?"

"C'mon. I gave up my porn collection years ago. But who was here then? Someone impor
tant? Future girlfriend maybe?"

"Future wife, I'm hopi
ng. Why are you so interested?"

"Oh." Jake took a huge bite of pizza, chewed it thoughtfully and then downed half his beer. He belched impressively and then looked up at Mark. "Well, we thought you and Serena would end up together, so I'm kind of surprised that you'r
e serious about someone else."

"Who's 'we' exactly?"

"Well, Lacey and I were talking and we realized
what's going on with you two."

Mark raised a sarcastic eyebrow and leaned against the stair railing.
"And what's going on exactly."

"Glad you asked. Remember when Jack and Lacey were working together, and she had that crazy idea that they couldn't scr
ew around AND build her house?"

"Yeah. Hard to forget. Jack was not in a good mood. He fired
me twice during that fun time."

"Are you kidding? Jack was like a bear with his dick caught in a steel trap. He fired me t
hree times. And I'm a partner."

"Okay, but what does that have to do with Serena and
me
?"

"Well, you guys are just like Jack and Lacey, except you've got years of sexual frustration built up rather than a few measly months. If you two idiots would just do it, then zip-zap, there
wouldn't be anymore tension."

Mark stared at him in shock for a moment. Then started laughing. "You're completely nuts, you know that? Doing it will not solve the problem. Believe me. Serena has been trying to get me fired since the second I came back to town. When she isn't insulting me, she's avoiding me. That's more than a little tension. That's actual burning hatred." He took a gulp of his lukewarm beer and grimaced at the flavor. But at least it was a distracti
on from Jake's bizarro theory.

"Laugh all you want, man. But it makes sense. Serena is not your av
erage girl."

"You got that right."
"What I mean is that she was brought up around a lot of guys. Some girls wouldn't have been influenced, but she totally was. She wanted to be just like Jack. She followed him around, and even tried to talk like him. It was weird seeing this little girl, so cute and blonde, swear like a truck driver when she was like
eight-years-old. You remember?"

Mark nodded. He did remember that. She had been adorable and funny as hell. He and Jack had been fourteen and just learning to curse properly and she had joined in, not quite understanding that her new vocabulary would not
be appreciated by her mother.