Cedar Lane Properties—The Wallace Brothers

Chapter 16

“I usually have to pay for this,” he joked back in the hotel room and sat on the floor in front of Crystal.

“Smell these and pick one. They’re all a little girly, but maybe one won’t be as bad as the rest.” She handed him the caddy.

“This one,” he said and handed her the Sensual Amber she used on herself.

She warmed a dollop with her hands and began working it in his back and shoulders.

“Oh, damn,” he groaned.

The current show was focused on a young couple’s kitchenette for their tiny house. They’d wanted a vintage Magic Chef but discovered it was going to add too much weight to their axles with the other things on their wishlist. The couple then found a metal specialist who created modern, vintage looking appliances.

“Where did they say the specialist was located? I couldn’t concentrate with you rubbing me like this,” Mike asked.

“I didn’t catch it, either. I was too busy thinking about where you’re hard and I’m soft.”

Mike groaned again. “Look down here,” he said devilishly.

Crystal looked down and noticed his erection straining against his boxers. She bobbed her head appreciatively. “I was thinking about other body parts, too, but that’s my favorite so far.”

“Your turn,” he growled, jumping up. “But I want you on the bed and on your belly”

When she was settled, he climbed up to straddle her like she had him last night. He rested his b***r between the swell of her ass cheeks, sexily covered with lacy panties. He wanted her now, but she deserved a decent massage, too.

Since Crystal had pointed out the differences between where she was soft and he was hard, he paid attention to that, too, noting that her muscles were strong. He was willing to bet her BMI wasn’t that high for her height and build. Her shoulders were broad but femininely so. Each shoulder sported a dimple and he kissed each one sending shudders down her spine.

Remembering she mentioned her feet aching, he massaged those, too, before working his way back up her curvy calves and thighs. He slipped her panties off and kissed each cheek, kneading the tender skin there. He worked her thighs apart with each motion and and ever so slowly, moved closer to her center. Remembering the lotion on his hands and not knowing if it would burn, he knelt down closer, spread her cheeks with his hands and used his mouth to tease her.

Her soft means spurred him on as he delved his tongue in and soon had her quivering all over his face.

“Stay on your belly,” he whispered in her ear as he moved back up her body, straddling her again. She arched her back ever so slightly, lifting her ass to give him access.

Oh God! Her p***y felt like it had batteries in it when he slid himself inside her.

They made slow, sensual love throughout night, both aware that it would be a week before they saw each other again.

“Why did you get divorced,” Crystal asked at one point.

“Long story short, we just weren’t really compatible,” Mike answered. “We met at a group party down at Party Cove—it’s everything the name implies. The relationship started out as hookups and then grew. What I didn’t realize is that her interest grew the most after my granddad gave me start up money for my college graduation. We were married shortly after that then divorced a year later when she figured out I was really going to invest the money instead of buying her lavish gifts. She thought she was going to take half of the money in the divorce, but grandpa was smart. He set up the money as a trust and she couldn’t touch it.”

“Her loss,” Crystal murmured.

“Indeed,” he agreed. “Not to change subjects, but I’m going to change subjects. I’ve been tossing around an idea that I really want to hear out loud. Outside of my head.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Natalie’s not the only reason I took on this new adventure with the lodge. I really fell in love with the area up north. When you get outside the city limits of Kirksville, there’s not a whole lot except fields. It’s farmers, truckers, Amish and Mennonites. There’s a big flea market in Rutledge during the summer, quaint county fairs and camping to do. Southern Iowa has a Junk Jaunt twice a year and Ragbrai passes through. They have Pancake Days, Baconfests and I just—I just love it. I’ve seriously considered selling the Cedar Lane properties. I haven’t decided whether to sell one or all, but I’d offer jobs at the lodge to any staff interested in relocating.

“I don’t want you to give an opinion yet,” he added after a pause. “I just needed to get that out of my head.”

“I understand that. We all need a sounding board sometimes. Soooo, if you were to sell, would your plans for the lodge change?”

“They already have to some extent. I originally planned a fairly simple, manly hunting lodge. But the possibilities are endless. Did you see the sign for the St. Louis Botanical Garden earlier?” At her nod, he continued. “It would take a few years, but wouldn’t something like that be cool to recreate?”

“I think,” she began, “like you said before, that the land will tell you what it wants you to do, but I like the idea.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Mike agreed. “Once we’re settled there, we can start listening to what the land has to say.”

He realized he was saying We, and smiled inwardly.

“I don’t want this be just about s*x,” he sleepily told her. “I don’t want it be all about work, either.”

“One day at a time,” she smiled and gently kissed him.