Temptation: Satisfaction Part 4

He looked at me strangely. "About 6,500 feet. Why?"

"How high can one of these things go?" I looked directly down-which in my case was never a good thing to do-then I looked back at him waiting anxiously for his answer.

He smiled. "Approximately 14,000 feet, but you wouldn't want to go any higher than 9,000 feet, especially if you need time to safely get to the ground in the event of a fire." I turned my head to him. What freaking fire? Why would there be a fire? "Don't worry, my love, you are perfectly safe." He smiled rea.s.suringly. I believed him, I felt nothing but safe around him, I just didn't like to hear the words fire, helicopter, and ground all in the same sentence. He lowered the chopper back down to a height level with the top of the rock. I think he did this to ease the concerns he thought I had. Either that or he did it to get the full effect as the sun began to descend. Uluru changed colour like magic right before your eyes, one minute it was bright red, and the next it was orange-it was truly beautiful. I reached over ever so slightly, and put my hand on his leg. He glanced down at my hand, then back out towards the rock.

"This is simply beautiful, thank you."

"It's nothing in comparison to you, my love." I rolled my eyes and blushed. He winked at me then he turned the chopper quite sharply. I screamed, not out of fear, but more out of excitement at the sudden change of direction and angle we were now taking.

"s.h.i.t, Bryce, a little warning would've been nice."

He laughed at me. "Do you like being upside-down?" Upside-down? In a helicopter? h.e.l.l no!

"No, don't you dare! I mean it! Anyway, this thing can't go upside down." I hoped I was right, although I had no f.u.c.king idea. He looked at me with that ado you dare me face' and straight away, I began to s.h.i.t myself. "No, no, no. Please no, I'll do anything you want." I regretted it the instant I said it. His face returned to a shade of calm, but now he seemed quite satisfied with the advantage he had just managed to secure.

"Anything?" He raised his eyebrow.

Ah f.u.c.k. "Yes, although that's not fair." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Did you want to go round one more time, or head to the lodge?" I put my finger up to request one more lap, he smiled and took us around again. The buses parked in the car park below looked like little white Lego blocks, and I could make out a couple of climbers on their way down. From a helicopter really was the best way to see Ayers Rock.

"Ready to go back?" I shot him a awhat do you think look', which he deciphered instantly. He smiled and turned the chopper back in the direction we came.

I a.s.sumed we were heading back to the airport, but became aware of our diversion when I noticed what looked like a group of white spots on the ground not too far ahead. They stood out because the only other colour around them was red. As we got closer, it became apparent the white spots were in fact little white tee-pee style buildings. There was a helipad next to them, and I now knew that was our target. Bryce landed the chopper with ease. He climbed out and came around to my door. He went to help me out, but I just sat there staring at him. "Are you coming, Ms. Summers?" I tilted my head to the side. Yes, in more ways than one, Mr. Clark.

"Thank you," I said sincerely.

"For what?"

"For everything." I aggressively pulled him to me and attacked his mouth. He let me, but only for a short while, before breaking away.

"It's what I do, Ms. Summers."

"I'm not sure I want to be called that anymore." I felt sad at having a surname of a man that no longer loved me. He touched my cheek.

"What do you want me to call you then?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"One day you might call me, Mrs. Clark." I watched the joy of what I had just said wash over him like a tidal wave. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me toward one of the white cone-shaped huts. I was so overwhelmed and overjoyed, it was like a dream. But I should not have said that-Summers was my name-it was my children's name too, and despite the fact the man who gave me that name had betrayed me, it was still my name. Alexis, you idiot.

We were greeted at the edge of the helipad by a woman dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and khaki shorts.

"Bryce, you can put me down now." I whispered as she approached.

"No." He answered quite sternly.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Clark." I coughed and subdued a coincidental laugh. Bryce squeezed my leg and whispered into my ear.

"I like the sound of that." He beamed and waggled his eyebrows up and down. I agreed, it did sound nice, but it was still way too soon. Alexis you are caught up in the moment, what were you thinking? You should have kept your mouth shut.

"My name is Dorothy, and I will be your host here at Outback Hideaway. Please follow me, and I'll show you to your room." She called out to a middle-aged man to fetch our bags from the chopper.

"Bryce, you can put me down now." I whispered again.

"No." He replied. We followed her along a board walk. The ground was covered in thick, red dirt, at least I'm pretty sure it was dirt, I guess it could be some kind of sand too. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something scurry through the dirt and go underneath the boardwalk. I swear I caught the glimpse of a scaly tail. What the f.u.c.k was that? I was so glad I was still up in his arms or I probably would've screamed. I hate reptiles. Frogs I love, but creatures with scales, I don't.

"This will be your private lodge. It's unlocked and everything you need should be inside; dinner will also be delivered shortly. If there is anything further you require, please do not hesitate to contact me on the in-house telephone. Enjoy your stay."

"Thank you, Dorothy, could you please deliver our meals at 7:30 p.m.? We would like to get settled in first."

"Certainly, Sir." She practically curtsied, then walked away. Settled in? Is that what we are calling it now? He carried me up the steps and opened the sliding gla.s.s door with his foot and elbow. I couldn't help but remember the last time I was carried like this into a hotel room, and I cursed myself the second that memory entered my mind. I forced it back down with the others that seemed to want to rear their ugly heads.

"Here we are my love, home for the next three days." The room was beautiful. As you walked in, the first thing you noticed was a king-sized bed in front of a dark red feature wall, well that was the first thing I noticed anyway. Of course it was, Alexis, you little devil. The flooring was a dark hard-wood, making a very striking contrast to the crisp, white linens. The roof went up like a tee-pee, and was made of a white canvas material, resembling flowing curtains, giving the room a touch of both elegance and romance.

"You can put me down now, Mr. Clark." He set me down, and like a child I took off to explore my new surroundings. The feature wall worked like a labyrinth, and when you walked behind it and turned to the left you found yourself in another room, a room with a small kitchenette and dining area. This room led out to a private balcony and swimming pool. I stepped onto the balcony and was struck with awe at the fact Uluru was pretty much smack-bang in front of me. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was just stunning. Everything was perfect. Bryce was perfect. And this little tee-pee lodge was perfect, different, but perfect.

I wandered back to the bedroom in search of Bryce. He was accepting our luggage and talking to the helpful man who had delivered it, so I continued to investigate our perfect little love nest. I had not yet found the toilet and was extremely close to peeing my pants. Thankfully, I found the bathroom behind the feature wall and to the right. Brilliant! I relieved myself instantly, but realised I had not locked the door. Oh s.h.i.t, what if he comes in and sees me sitting on the toilet? I wasn't ready for that. Oh, but you were ready to tell him, you would one day marry him Alexis! Figure that one out. I was so overwhelmed it wasn't funny. I just needed to breathe, gather my bearings and take one step at a time. Yes, I was here in a fairy tale with a new man, but I was still technically married, and my husband had no idea where I was, let alone what I was doing.

I suddenly felt terribly guilty. No, Alexis, he admitted to sleeping with Claire, and at that stage you had not gone that far with Bryce. True, I had not gone that far when he confessed, but I had now, numerous times, daily! Alexis, stop thinking of Rick. You are with Bryce, he loves you and would never cheat on you. But how could I be so sure? I was sure Rick would never have cheated on me, either. Argh, stop it, stop it, f.u.c.king stop it. I mentally b.i.t.c.h-slapped myself in the face, I'm glad I did it, because if I went back and forth about this whole situation any longer I probably would have exploded and self-combusted on the spot. I washed my hands and splashed a little water on my face. It was hot here, and I definitely needed some cooling down.

Bryce came up behind me and placed a single white rose in front of my nose. I looked up at our reflections in the vanity mirror. Do you really need to deliberate your situation Alexis? Take a good long, hard look in that mirror. What do you see? I did just that, and calmness washed over me, removing any doubt or confusion I'd had moments ago. I took hold of the rose, and placed it to my nose, smelling the alluring scent I adored. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck, then joined me in my a.s.sessment of our reflections.

"You think of everything, don't you?"

"It's what I do, Ms. Summ..." He broke off. "It's what I do, my love." I turned to him.

"Yes it is, and you do it so well."

He leaned in and caressed my lips with his own, then let out a breath and whispered. "You are exquisite, my love."

I moaned, wanting him to enter my mouth, but the fact he was hovering so close and not touching me with his tongue, was perfectly unbearable, and the antic.i.p.ation of when that touch would come was about the hottest thing imaginable. I whispered back to him, making sure my breath entered his mouth. "So, how do you plan on settling in exactly?" He pulled away, and his look of pure, unadulterated l.u.s.t hit me like a ton of bricks.

CHAPTER SIX.

Bryce grunted, gripped my a.r.s.e and lifted me to his waist.

"I thought so," I said, before he mashed his lips on mine, attacking my mouth and licking my tongue intensely. I pulled his head to mine, forcing him further into my mouth and deepening our hungry kiss. He gently bit down on my bottom lip, exciting me throughout and making me moan with pleasure.

"I love your little moans, Alexis. They are so f.u.c.king s.e.xy." Oh holy f.u.c.k. In that case I'll give you another. I let out another as.e.xy moan' for him. He groaned fiercely and squeezed my a.r.s.e with pa.s.sionate force, taking my breath away.

"I love your ferocious groans, Bryce. They are so f.u.c.king hot." The sound he then gave me vibrated through his chest into mine, sending waves of stimulation coursing all over. He turned around with me still attached to his waist, and made his way out the bathroom. We b.u.mped into the wall near the doorway, making me gasp. Not because it hurt, but because it was raw and utterly hot. He held me there for a short time, looking deep into my eyes. I think he thought the b.u.mp had hurt me, because his eyes were intense and caring, so I put my finger to his lips and he gently kissed it. "I love you, Bryce Clark." His mouth returned to mine, this time harder and heavier than before. I felt probing hardness in between my legs. Mmmm, I love feeling him grow with pleasure. He stumbled out of the bathroom and over to the bed.

"Are you ready?" He mumbled as his tongue untangled mine. f.u.c.k yeah, I'm always ready. We fell sideways, which took me totally by surprise. I squealed and army-rolled across the mattress, managing to land on both feet on the other side. That wasn't what I was ready for.

"Now that was skill!" I said as I straightened up. I was quite impressed with myself, and it appeared he was too, as he flashed an approving smile.

"That it was my love. So, Ms. Summers, I vaguely recall you telling me not too long ago that you would do aanything'. Do you remember?" d.a.m.n it, I did vaguely recall saying that as a result of his helicopter manoeuvre and subsequent threat.

"Yes, I did Mr. Clark, but that's only because you don't play fair." He clenched his fist, then relaxed it again. "So, what is it that you want?"

"I want a strip tease." Really? s.h.i.t, I'm no Jamie Lee Curtis. c.r.a.p.

"If that is what you want Mr. Clark..." I slowly began to unb.u.t.ton my vest, swaying my hips to silent music. "Then that is what you'll get." This type of move would normally have me laughing hysterically, but when I saw the thrilled expression on his face, I subdued my typical inevitable outburst and continued to please him with my teasing moves. He stepped back to the wall, and aggressively fisted a b.u.t.ton that made the electric blinds cover the doors and windows, giving us complete privacy. I slowly removed my vest and twirled it around my finger. My plans had been to sling it on to his head, but my twirling accuracy was a little off and it bounced off the feature wall and landed on the bed. Ma.s.sive fail you idiot. I shrugged that one off and moved on to my singlet, inching it up ever so slightly a little at a time. Both his hands were now fisting then relaxing, and seeing them do this simultaneously only a.s.sured me that I was well and truly tantalising him. I pulled my singlet over my head and scrunched it into a ball. Without thinking, I threw it at him, only this time my accuracy was just fine, and it hit him in the face. Bingo! He groaned and practically tore his t-shirt off, flicking it with precision directly at me. I caught it, which shocked the s.h.i.t out of us both.

"More skill," I gloated and giggled as I shot him a seductive satisfied glare. I then tossed his t-shirt over my shoulder and continued my amatory tease, unb.u.t.toning my shorts and wiggling my a.r.s.e as I pulled them down. I felt more and more empowered as each item of clothing fell from my body. I very seductively stepped out of my shorts and kicked them towards the door. Still swaying my hips from side to side, I stood there in my white matching lace set, feeling the burning heat as his eyes set me on fire. He growled again for me, deep down from within his throat, then he adjusted his shorts, indicating the swelling of his erection was fast filling the s.p.a.ce within them. I licked my lips at the sight of him grabbing his package. It really was mouth-watering seeing him cup the very appendage I wanted deep in between my legs. Focus Alexis.

I continued my torturous display by lifting my leg up onto the bed to unzip my ankle boot, and exposing just a small amount of the precise spot he desired the most. I slowly ran my finger along the edge of my G-string seam, lifting it away, giving him just a small glimpse of what was to come. He cracked his neck to the left and again to the right, which made me tingle all over. f.u.c.k, he is s.e.xy. I repeated with the other leg and dropped the boots to the floor.

"Bryce, I can't possibly continue when you have so much clothing on you. All that material is just not doing it for me." I raised my eyebrow at him, then looked at my fingers to indicate I was bored. He obliged and kicked his runners off. "Not good enough. You'll have to lose more than that." I kept swaying to the music that was not there, then provocatively ran my fingers over the top of my bra, sensitising my nipples. The look of l.u.s.t he so often directed at me was the biggest turn-on, but this look trumped them all. It not only had my heart pumping, but it also had in between my legs pumping like crazy as well.

I turned my back to him, removed my bra and held it out, then twisted my head around to catch his expression, an expression that could only be described as seriously hankering. I smiled to myself and dropped it on the floor, then hooked my thumbs into my G-string. I bent over baring my a.r.s.e to him and pulled it down. He let out probably the loudest growl to date.

"f.u.c.k Alexis, you have the s.e.xiest a.r.s.e alive." I loved the way he spoke to me. I loved it when he was romantic and pouring his heart out, but I also loved it when he was dirty, raw and salacious. Alexis, snap out of it before the blood runs to your head. What? I was still upside-down. Again I have nothing on Jamie Lee Curtis or Demi Moore. Maybe I should watch Striptease and get some tips! Alexis, stand up. s.h.i.t! I slowly stood up and stepped out of my underwear, allowing him to stare at my as.e.xy a.r.s.e' just a little longer, but the ache in between my legs was now intense and only he could cure it, so, I spun back around, ready to give us what we wanted and what we needed. He was standing there, naked and ready, with the remainder of his attire nowhere to be seen. The sight of his full and overly stretched c.o.c.k was gloriously mouth-watering and had me aching all over.

"Mmmmm," was all I could manage to let out of my mouth. I crawled across the bed to where he was standing. He looked down at me, knowing what I had in mind, and the knowledge of his yearning and excited expectation, filled me, with even more desire. I opened my mouth and tongued the top of his erection in the hope he would growl again, sending excitement through my body. He didn't disappoint, making me shudder with pleasure, and forcing my mouth to clamp down on him hard.

"f.u.c.k Alexis. Your mouth, it's, grrrr..." My smile circled his shaft at that very sound, I just couldn't get enough of it. He placed his hands on my head, but he did not take over in guiding me up and down his luscious length, because he knew I needed no a.s.sistance whatsoever when it came to consuming him orally, especially because I was hungry, hungry to bring him undone. I continued to run my tongue up and down his smooth hardness, and forcing him into my mouth entirely, as far as he would go. When he tensed and twitched within me, I knew he was not far away from my goal. He pulled out and directed me to stand up on the bed. I followed his cue, and he lifted me on to him. Yep, there it is!

"Oh, f.u.c.k." The feeling of my inside expanding was ecstasy, and the sensation of him holding my a.r.s.e, securing me to him only added to it. He walked me over to the bench by the wall near the front door, and in one quick swipe, thoroughly cleared its contents on the floor. s.h.i.t, that was hot. It was the perfect height for him to pound me continuously, and he did, in and out, over and over. I swear the tee-pee was shaking, but I didn't care. It would have been fitting if the whole thing collapsed on top of us. "Bryce."

"You like this, my love?"

"Uh huh," I moaned in pleasure. He was sensational, and the momentum he created was perfect. I couldn't help myself, I let go, threw my head back, and cried out. "Oh f.u.c.k!" It occurred to me, that I have never had this much s.e.x in the s.p.a.ce of 24 hours before and I was almost certain I wasn't done yet. We both couldn't get enough of each other, we were insatiable. He jerked into me and released himself, expelling his fierce groan, and leaving me breathing hard and covered in sweat. Our foreheads touched, and I could finally see what he had all along. We belonged to each other, and I had to start allowing myself to believe it. It was just everything had happened in such a short s.p.a.ce of time, and it felt somewhat surreal, like a dream or a fairy-tale, and the fact it was happening to me, of all people, only made it just that much more unbelievable.

"Alexis, Hunny, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I guess I'm just waiting to be woken up from this dream slash nightmare."

"Nightmare?" He looked shocked and a little hurt.

"No, I don't mean it like that, not at all..." I kissed him, "I mean the nightmare of having a husband that destroyed the very sanct.i.ty of marriage. I guess I'm just feeling that what is happening to me right now is so unbelievable. I thought I was happily married, leading a somewhat of a normal life, and now I'm here in your arms and incredibly satisfied. The enormity of it all is only just starting to sink in. It's just happening so fast, do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, Hunny, I know what you mean. But it also feels like we have been together for a very long time." We both said that last bit simultaneously. He took a deep breath, then moved my hair away from my face.

"Alexis, sometimes it's wise not to dwell on the incomprehensible, for if you do, you waste those precious moments of actually accepting it for what it is." He was right. Geez he's good at clarifying things! Okay, no more wasting time thinking this is all a dream. It's not, It has happened-is happening- and I'm going to accept it. I shook my head as if to shake the nonsense away.

"I'm sorry, I'm being an idiot."

"You are my idiot."

"Thanks, you can put me down now."

"No." I felt him come to life again inside me.

"Mr. Clark, you couldn't possibly go again."

He moved his head back. "Is that a dare, my love?" No, because I know you'll win. Before I could answer his challenge, there was a knock at the door.

"Ha ha," I poked my tongue out. He responded by continuing to hold me on the bench and tease me with his twitching d.i.c.k. "Put me down," I whispered.

"Why? Don't you want to answer the door like this?"

I giggled, "No, Bryce Edward Clark, put me down now." I pursed my lips at him briefly. "Just a minute." I called out as innocently as possible. He surrendered and let me go. I dashed to the bathroom leaving him in his naked glory, and evidence of our fornicating scattered throughout the room.

We ate our dinner on the balcony next to the pool, the temperature was still quite humid, and apart from the horrid winged devils that are mosquitos, it was lovely. I decided, I enjoyed watching him eat too. Maybe it had something to do with his tongue moving in and out of his mouth, or the way he licked his lips when some sauce or juices escaped. Whatever it was, I now relished it.

"Do I have something on my face?" He asked, amused.

"Do you want something on your face?" I offered while raising my eyebrow, and still in a teasing mood. Sadly, my phone started ringing, disturbing my new challenge. I dashed to the bedroom to retrieve it, and the irritation I'd felt disappeared when I realised who it was.

"h.e.l.lo, little man."

"Hi, Mum."

"I missed you this morning while you were out on the tractor."

"Yeah, Poppa and I had to move some hay bales for the cattle." He loved helping his Poppa do things on the farm.

"Good work, my little farmer. So, how was the drive to Nanny and Poppa's yesterday?" I figured I'd find out if he had picked up on anything.

"Yeah, all right, except Dad was in a bad mood."

"Oh, was he? Did he say why?" He better not have.

"No, he just didn't want to talk to us much, so I played my DS and Charlotte listened to the iPod."

"Oh, okay."

"Hey Mum, I saw you on TV with Mr Clark. You looked very pretty, and you looked like you were married. Is that why Dad is mad?" Oh s.h.i.t, um what do I say?

"No, I don't think so mate." c.r.a.p, change the subject. "Hey, Mr Clark said he will take you for a ride in the Crow soon, if you'd like?" Oh Alexis, of all the things you could have said you chose that.

"Yeah? Sick, how soon?" Ah, f.u.c.k.

"Maybe next week. Okay, sweetheart, it's getting late. Is Charlotte still awake?"

"No, she's already in bed."

"Okay, I love you ratbag, have a nice sleep okay? I'll speak to you in a couple of days."