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  But today it was empty. The late afternoon sunlight slanted through one door, illuminating motes in the beam.

  This time when we kissed, there was a new urgency. The long teasing caresses all afternoon suddenly exploded between us now that we were away from the watching eyes. We strained against each other, as if we couldn’t get enough.

  She ran her hand down to stroke my cock through my swim shorts. It stiffened from turgid to rigid under her fingers. I groaned as she encircled it with her hand, sending a shiver down my spine.

  “I wish we had someplace private to go,” she murmured between kisses.

  I backed her up to the stage. “This looks private enough to me.”

  “Here?” She looked around. “Look at the doors. They’re open.”

  Through the doors, we could see people outside walking back and forth. Dinner would be starting soon in the mess hall.

  “I don’t care if anyone sees. People are having sex all over.”

  “I care!”

  I shrugged. “Then we won’t.”

  I kept kissing her, drowning in her, losing myself in the smell of her skin and the soft fullness of her lips. I dared to hope this could be real, that it wasn’t just my promise of wealth that turned her on.

  I kissed down to her neck, and she arched back against the stage. Her lips opened with a moan. The luscious softness of her made me crazy.

  Putting my hands at her waist, I lifted her up so she was sitting on the stage. It was the perfect height for me to press my cock against her. Her legs wrapped around me, holding on. It wasn’t sex—we still had our swim suits on—but it was as close as you could get. I loved the flair of her hips under my palms, as she ground herself against me.

  Then I realized she was taking quick looks through the doors, wary of people walking in on us. I pulled off my bandana and held it between us in both hands.

  “Let me put this over your eyes,” I said.

  Nervously, she checked the doors again.

  “It will help you relax,” I told her. “And heighten your other senses.”

  She looked into my eyes. I couldn’t see where the pupils ended and her irises began, they were one dark pool. I felt like I was looking right into her. I knew I could hurt her because I had done it before. But it would be worse now because she trusted me.

  Then she let go, like she did the night before at the drum circle. Her shoulders relaxed, and she nodded, gazing deep into my eyes.

  I kissed her, holding her cheek. Like a promise that I wouldn’t fail her.

  I placed the blindfold over her eyes and tied it at the back of her head. She touched it, sightless. It made me feel bigger to see her go helpless in front of me.

  Slowly at first, I began to grind against her again. Now she felt every motion, no longer distracted from me. I always wanted her this way, completely focused on me. I knew it was just a game, but it meant more somehow.

  She arched back in my arms, her legs tightening around me. Though constricted by my trunks, I rubbed the length of my cock up against her, right against her pussy.

  We rocked together, like we were resting on the ocean waves, lifted up and down together.

  “Yes…,” she breathed.

  “Yes,” I agreed through clenched teeth. “I want you.”

  “Yes.”

  Her hips moved back and forth, urging me on.

  “Yes?” I asked. My fingers went down to her crotch, feeling the slick dampness on her inner thigh. My fingers shifted aside the fabric of her suit, pressing against her silky lips.

  Her inward gasp drove me higher. By sheer force of will, I held myself on the edge of sanity. I couldn’t go further, though every fiber of my being was screaming at me to get inside of her. To pound her and never stop—

  “Yes!” she exclaimed. “I want to.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes!”

  Shoving down my trunks, my cock was out and pressing against her pussy. As I pushed the tip inside of her, she tilted back, letting me in deeper. That was all the encouragement I needed.

  I pumped into her, lifting her off the edge of the stage and holding her up with my arms. Possessing her completely, feeling every breath and clenching muscle in her body responding to me…

  And suddenly I was stripped bare again, feeling like nothing came between us.

  She rode me, crying out as she came. It went on for longer than I thought possible, as she arched and strained against me.

  As she gradually went limp in my arms in a post-euphoric daze, I laid her back on the stage and lifted her legs so I could dive even deeper. She was laid out for me, open for me, giving herself to me.

  As I pumped into her, I leaned over her. My lips were close to her ear, whispering, “They love watching you.”

  Her body tightened as she gasped. “Watching…,” she repeated breathlessly.

  Her hands went to her blindfold, as if to take it off, but I blocked her. “Leave it.”

  She slowly dropped her hands to my shoulders.

  “They love how you move, like I do,” I whispered. “Like your whole being is being consumed.”

  I kept thrusting into her, loving how she let me do it, even when I told her other people were watching. She wanted to give me that. She wouldn’t stop me, even though she could. Because she wanted to please me.

  “I’m letting them watch you,” I growled into her ear. “To prove to you that you’re mine. I can do whatever I want with this body. Because it’s mine.”

  Her back arched and she began to come again, surprising us both. It sent me right over the top. I had never felt so connected to anyone, like we were both feeling everything together. My breath was her breath, and we needed each other to survive.

  As my climax overtook me, crimson waves ran over my sight. The last thing I saw was Sierra, her hair fanned out on the old wooden stage floor, her skin glowing with life and fire. Her eyes covered because I wanted her to only see me.

  I collapsed on her, weak-kneed, my strength sapped by this beautiful woman. I only knew that I had completely opened myself to her.

  Maybe this one is for real.

  Chapter 15

  Sierra

  I wanted to lose myself in the wonderful feeling of Victor lying on top of me, a welcome comforting weight. My fingers idly twined in his silky bronzed hair at the back of his tanned neck. If we had been in bed, I could have laid there forever.

  But I kept thinking about the people watching me. Like he said.

  Sneaking one hand up to my face, I lifted the blindfold. Only to see… nothing

  Nobody was in the barn. Through the closest door, people were walking past outside in the meadow, but there was nobody inside.

  “There’s nobody here,” I said with a laugh. “Why did you say that?”

  “It made you come.” His smile was wicked.

  I put my hand to my mouth. I had come like being struck by lightning. Only it wasn’t the thought of being watched. It was him, his hands, his voice in my ear, telling me that I belonged to him.

  I felt almost shy with him, as if I had revealed more than I intended. When he said “mine” my heart had sung. I felt giddy and happier than I had ever felt before. Could I really be this lucky? To find a man like this, in such an unlikely way…

  But Victor wasn’t easy to read. There were moments when he was so distant that it seemed like he wished he wasn’t here with me. Like when I reminded him of the differences between us, that he was successful while I was poor and struggling. I had a feeling he wanted me to forget about that, but how could I? He was way out of my league. The more I saw of him, the more I realized that. Maybe he was okay with camping once in a while, but if I wanted this to be more than a wild fling, sooner or later I was going to have to go into his world and see if I could get by on his terms.

  But for now, making love to him made it nearly perfect.

  If only I didn’t have to deal with Lola. But camp had shown me something I hadn’t realized before. No wonde
r Lola would rather hang out with her grubby semi-nudist friends than with me. She looked happy with them. It was playtime, like I was having playtime with Victor. But it wasn’t real. How long could this last for both of us? All I knew was that bills were due next week.

  I looked for my sister at dinner, but Lola was nowhere to be seen.

  Afterwards, Victor fell into a hammock with me on the edge of the meadow and we watched the Festival flow by in the slowly fading twilight.

  With my head tucked onto his chest, he rocked us with one foot. I knew it was a risk that he would pull away again, but I had to find out more about him.

  “So who did raise you?”

  His body went very still. I realized he had been nice and relaxed, and with one question I had destroyed his mood. I had been hoping for a better reaction than that.

  “Family is important to me,” I tried to explain. “I wouldn’t have survived without Lola and my brothers. My mom could barely keep a roof over our heads.”

  After a few moments, he said, “My grandparents raised me.” As if realizing that wasn’t giving me much, he added, “They weren’t thrilled about it.”

  “What happened to your mom?”

  “She’s out of the picture. At least it taught me that you can’t depend on anyone, not even family.”

  I lifted my head to look at him. “That’s not true! We all depend on people.”

  “I don’t. You only get let down.” His voice roughened. “We’re alone in life. The sooner you rely on yourself, alone, the better off you are.”

  A jolt of panic went through me. I depended on Lola. But Lola had never been what you call reliable. And now most of my sister’s things were gone. Could Lola really abandon me?

  I sat up, wondering if I should go down to that primal camp and confront Lola right now. But she would hate that. She probably wouldn’t like it that I was here. Especially after what had happened with Dick.

  “What’s wrong?” Victor asked me.

  I sat on the edge of the hammock looking down at him. “It’s what you said. I guess I should make sure I’m okay alone—”

  I stood up and came face-to-face with my sister. Lola’s eyes went wide and she could only point at me for a few moments, speechless.

  My mask was hanging around my neck, forgotten. I figured there was nothing to do but face it. “Hi, Lola.”

  “You! What are you doing here?”

  Martin was with Lola, so I held out my hand to him. “Hi, I’m Lola’s sister, Sierra. I’ve been wanting to meet you.”

  Martin smiled. I had a hard time seeing past his scarred skin, but his eyes were very sharp and knowing. Like he had seen my kind of reaction to his face before and was used to getting past it. “Lola’s told me a lot about you,” he said. “She says you’re finishing your degree this summer.”

  Lola stepped between us. “Why are you talking to her?” she asked Martin. “Can’t you see she’s spying on me?”

  “I’m worried about you, Lola,” I said. “I never see you. You never talk to me. You’re off doing… kind of extreme things. What sister wouldn’t be worried?”

  “I can take care of myself.”

  “Can you?” I shot back, losing my cool for a minute. “Because I seriously doubt it. You haven’t ever been on your own.”

  “I am now,” Lola declared. “I’m moving out at the end of the month.”

  I stared at her, shocked. “But that’s next weekend! What about the rent?”

  “I’m not living there anymore.”

  “Lola, you can’t just leave. I can’t afford our apartment without you.”

  “Get a roommate.”

  “It’s a one bedroom!”

  We glared at each other. Martin was right behind Lola, looking really concerned now. Victor was standing next to the hammock, awkwardly watching our battle.

  “How could you do this to me!” I exclaimed.

  “All you care about is yourself,” Lola flung back. “Everything’s always your way. I’m done with it. I’m doing what I want, now.”

  I could hardly think, I was so angry. I did everything for Lola. I took care of our place and made sure we survived on our own for the past three years. And this was how Lola treated me?

  I appealed to Martin. “Don’t you think Lola should have told me? How am I supposed to get into a new place so fast? I’m going to get kicked out of my apartment if I don’t pay the rent.”

  Lola pointed to Victor. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend? You took money from Dick all the time, now it’s your guy who has to pony up.”

  I realized Lola was pointing at Victor. I wanted to die. It was bad enough that I was fighting with her in front of him, but that was a really low blow. “I don’t care how you get it, Lola. Just get me your half of the rent next week. You have to give me a month to find another place.”

  “You’ve been spying on me. I don’t have to do anything.” Lola grabbed Martin’s arm, and dragged him down the path heading back to the primal camp.

  I stood there breathing fast like I had run across the meadow. It was all blown up, scattered in pieces around me. The beautiful life I had built in the city was gone with my sister. I had never quite grasped on what fragile pillars I had built my dream of living in New York.

  I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even have the option of moving in with my mom. I would never go back to sleeping on that sofa bed and watching the weekly parade of men. Besides, the commute was deadly.

  I had no other options.

  Then I turned to look at Victor, and my heart sank. His eyes were dead cold. Brawling with my sister in public, airing our dirty laundry for everyone to hear… I felt like a Jerry Springer reject.

  While he was a Rolls Royce.

  And to top it off, Lola had called him my boyfriend. From the expression on his face, there was no way he was liking that.

  I was just a hot piece of ass to him.

  I had lost him. Before I ever really had him. I knew it was far-fetched from the beginning that a man like Victor could want a girl like me, no matter how many romantic movies pretended otherwise. But to see him draw away from me only hours after the best love-making of my life, made me tear up.

  Chapter 16

  Victor

  “Everything okay here?” a deep voice asked.

  I turned to find Josh had come up behind me. Josh was even taller than me, a real bear of a man. I had played with his girlfriend a few years ago, before they got together, and she had introduced us. To give him credit, I never felt an ounce of jealousy from Josh over the fact that I had been with his girl first.

  “The sisters were having some words,” I explained.

  Sierra was watching Lola storm off, but she turned back to Josh. “I’m sorry. I know you people don’t like drama.”

  “Not a problem.” Josh had a sweet smile for such a big man. “Just making sure everything is okay.”

  Josh was wearing a walkie and had a yellow ribbon on indicating he was part of the volunteer staff for the Festival.

  I wondered if Sierra knew. She looked sorry enough.

  “It’s okay,” she told Josh. “We’ve got nothing else to say to each other.”

  “Is she your twin?” Josh asked. “You two look a lot alike.”

  “I’m a year older.”

  Josh grinned. “Could of sworn you were twins.”

  Josh gave me a warm pat on the back of my shoulder before walking away. His last admiring look was for Sierra, but she didn’t notice.

  As I looked around, I realized a lot of people were dispersing, having watched the fight. I recognized Pierce, an English guy who was living in New York, hanging out on the periphery of the scene. His accent was his magic ticket, like my faux-millions were mine. Pierce gave me the nod, looking appreciatively at Sierra. He was exactly was the kind of man I didn’t want Sierra to end up with.

  A man like me.

  We were left standing there by the hammock, looking at each other.

  Seeing Sie
rra’s eyes bright with tears had a weird affect on me. I wanted to put my arms around her and tell her everything would be all right. But I knew it wasn’t true. Sometimes it wasn’t all right. Sometimes it sucked big time.

  Sometimes it crushed you.

  And from what it sounded like, her sister was leaving her high and dry.

  But how could I comfort her with Lola’s words ringing in my ears—Why don’t you ask your boyfriend?

  They had lived off Lola’s boyfriend, that square cop. Obviously Sierra was comfortable doing that.

  After a few moments, Sierra said, “I’m going back to the cabin to lie down for a while.”

  “Sounds good,” I managed to say.

  Without another word, she walked off into the growing darkness.

  I felt like a heel. I should go after her and tell her the truth about myself, so I wouldn’t have to play a role with her anymore. Then I could comfort her and help her get through this.

  But the last time I had told a girl, it had gone very badly. It was many many years ago, before I knew how powerful kinky sex could be on the psyche. For people just starting out, especially. I had a whirlwind affair with a girl named Cherie, training her to serve me exactly how I wanted, and before I knew it, she expected everything from me. She knew me as Victor, a successful, powerful businessman, and with the formal rules of a master, I was able to keep the perfect balancing act going for longer than I imagined possible.

  But what I thought was devotion turned into obsessive neediness. When I realized she was growing too unstable to play with, I finally told Cherie that I was only a baggage handler so she would stop expecting me to take care of her. But she could have cared less by that point. She intended to marry me and have babies. When I did everything I could to avoid her, she told other people the truth, but anyone could see by that time that she was spinning out of control. She had a wild look in her eye that made people nod cautiously and turn away. I shrugged it off whenever someone asked me about what she was saying—about my job, about me promising to take care of her for the rest of her life. Nobody took it seriously.