Framing Felipe (22 page)

This
thing
with
Felipe,
though—it
wasn’t
love.
It
was
a
mutual
partnership.
Merely

bed-‐sharing.

He
opened
those
pale
gray
eyes
and
focused
on
her.
“There’s
nothing
for
you
to
do

right
now.”

“That’s
not
true.
I
can
be
doing
a
security
shift
at
Patrick’s.
Let
one
of
the
other
ladies

off
the
hook.”

“I
think
they’ve
got
it
under
control,
querida
.”

“It’s
not
fair
if
I’m
not
pulling
my
weight.
Teams
work
better
if
everyone
is
holding
up

their
share.”

“And
what
if
one
member
of
the
team
is
so
exhausted
everyone
has
to
hold
up
their

share
and
drag
the
tired
person
behind
them,
too?”

She
sucked
her
teeth
and
pushed
up
onto
her
hands
and
knees.
“I’m
not
tired.
I
got

some
sleep.”

“If
you
say
so…”
He
pushed
up
so
his
back
was
against
the
headboard.
“But,
you
think

one
morning
of
sleep
can
make
up
for
a
lifetime
of
pushing
it?”

“Don’t
act
like
you
know
me.”
She
crawled
to
the
edge
of
the
bed
and
stomped
to
the

bathroom.

His
response
was
a
throaty
chuckle.
He
read
her
like
a
book,
and
it
smarted.

After
relieving
her
bladder
and
brushing
her
teeth,
she
cranked
on
the
water
and

quickly
shed
her
clothes.
She
knew
the
water
heaters
at
the
lodge
to
be
somewhat

cantankerous,
and
there
was
no
way
to
predict
how
long
the
hot
water
would
hold
out.
If

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–
Holley Trent

she
was
lucky,
there’d
be
nothing
but
ice
cubes
left
for
mouthy
Felipe.
That’d
serve
him

right.

She
stepped
in
and
drew
the
curtain
closed,
quickly
ducking
her
head
beneath
the

spray
to
wet
her
hair.

A
cool
draft
and
the
vacuum
effect
of
the
door
opening
made
her
roll
her
eyes.
Damn

him.
“Can’t
you
wait
to
pee
until
I’m
finished?”

He
shut
the
door.
“Don’t
need
to
pee.”
He
pulled
back
the
curtain
and
stepped
in,

completely
nude.

She
stopped
lathering
her
hair
and
stared,
though
to
her
credit
she
was
looking
above

the
waist.

Mostly.

She
eased
back
a
step,
pulling
her
breasts
out
of
the
way
of
his
arm
reaching
for
the

soap.
“What
are
you
doing?”

“Showering.
Eric
told
me
the
hot
water
is
unpredictable
here.”

Eric
had
just
earned
himself
a
spot
on
her
other
list.

Annoyance
aside,
she
had
shampoo
in
her
hair
and
didn’t
plan
on
indulging
in
a
cold-‐

water
rinse,
so
she
turned
her
back
and
kept
scrubbing.

“Either
view
works
as
well
as
the
other,”
Felipe
said
with
a
chuckle.

“You
could
be
a
gentleman
and
not
look.”

“Ha.
Ha.”

She
turned
and
tipped
her
head
back
into
the
spray
to
rinse
the
suds,
keeping
her
eyes

closed,
even
when
Felipe’s
wet,
soapy
body
grazed
hers.
“Are
you
admitting
you’re
not
a

gentleman?”

“I’d
be
less
of
a
gentleman
only
if
I
were
raised
by
wolves.”

“So
you’re
just
going
to
ogle
me?
That’s
nice.”

“
Por
cierto
.
Only
you,
though.”

“That
makes
a
girl’s
heart
flutter,
let
me
tell
you.”

She
turned
her
back
again,
reached
for
the
bar
of
soap
he’d
discarded,
and
went
to

work
at
quickly
lathering
her
arms
and
legs.
Bending
over
required
some
tact.

“Do
you
want
me
to
soap
up
your
back?”

“No,
I
think
my
back
can
go
a
couple
of
days
without
a
scrub.”

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–
86
–
Holley Trent

“Suit
yourself.”
He
placed
his
large
hands
at
her
waist
and
gently
moved
her
out
of
the

direct
spray
of
water
to
rinse
his
body.

And
a
magnificent
body
it
was.
He
may
have
thought
he
was
too
old
to
be
swinging

from
trapezes,
but
the
work
had
molded
his
body
into
an
undeniably
breathtaking
form.

The
long,
muscled
torso
with
hard
abs
tapering
to
a
V
pointing
down
to…

She
cleared
her
throat
and
cast
her
eyes
to
the
ceiling
as
she
wrung
water
from
her

hair.

“Never
seen
a…what
do
you
Americans
call
it?
A
dick
before?”

“Nope.
I’m
as
virginal
as
the
day
is
long,”
she
said,
reaching
just
outside
the
curtain
to

grab
a
washcloth
for
her
face.

“Shit.
That’s
no
good.”

“Really?
Most
men
think
the
opposite.”
She
rolled
her
eyes.
“They
always
want
to
be
the

first.”

“That’s
not
my
hang-‐up.
I
wanted
our
first
time
to
be
pleasurable.
Didn’t
want
to
make

you
cry.”

Her
turn
to
scoff.
“Ha
ha,”
she
intoned,
but,
well,
if
she
had
been
a
virgin,
he’d
certainly

be
capable
of
making
her
cry…or
at
least
whimper.

He
grinned
and
closed
his
eyes,
now
rinsing
his
own
hair.
She
risked
getting
caught,

and
let
her
eyes
trail
down
his
belly
to
his
semi-‐erect
cock.
And
caught,
she
got.

“I
think
it’s
dirty,”
he
said
with
a
chuckle.

“Just
like
the
rest
of
you.”
She
pulled
her
stare
away
and
looked
up
to
find
him
wearing

that
damned
smirk.
After
draping
her
wet
washcloth
over
the
hook,
she
poised
her
foot

over
the
edge,
ready
to
step
out,
but
Felipe
grabbed
her
by
the
waist
and
pulled
her
back
in.

The
dull
prick
of
his
cock
against
the
small
of
her
back
wasn’t
something
she
was
well-‐

equipped
to
ignore.
She’d
never
had
training
for
that
type
of
thing,
and
even
if
she
had…

“Water’s
still
hot,
and
I’m
not
clean.”

She
swallowed
and
concentrated
on
the
white
grout
lines—anything
but
the
tip
of
his

shaft
gliding
against
her
wet
back.

“Um.
Th-‐then
maybe
you
should
get
to
work,”
she
said
breathily.

“Maybe
you
should.”
And
he
turned
her,
carefully,
never
taking
his
hands
from
her

waist
until
she
faced
him.

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–
87
–
Holley Trent

His
fingers
traced
up
her
torso
and
paused
at
her
breasts
where
he
plucked
at
her

nipples.
It
wasn’t
an
altogether
unpleasant
sensation,
though
certainly
one
she
hadn’t

anticipated.

Her
hands
slapped
over
her
breasts
reflexively,
but
he
wasn’t
concerned
with
her

breasts
anymore,
anyway.
The
flirtatious
glint
in
his
eyes
gave
way
to
something
darker,

and
before
she
could
question
him,
he
pressed
his
hands
onto
her
shoulders
and
nudged

her
down
onto
her
knees.

“You’re
insane,”
she
said,
reaching
for
the
handrail
to
stand.
To
flee
.

“¿
Es
cierto
?”
His
right
fist
wrapped
around
her
wet
hair
and
he
pulled,
tipping
her
chin

up
and
forcing
her
eyes
to
meet
his.

“Yeah,
I’m
pretty
certain,”
she
said.
It
came
out
sounding
pretty
saucy,
but
her
heart

wasn’t
really
in
it.

Sarah
Miller
had
followed
orders
very
well
for
a
lot
of
years,
and
always
knew
her
place

in
the
hierarchy.
People
knowing
their
places
made
the
big
people
machines
run
that
much

more
smoothly.
Now,
her
head
reeled
and
for
once
in
her
life,
she
was
unsure,
exactly,
what

her
place
was.

His
gaze
was
intense.
Anticipatory.
And
there
on
her
knees
with
small
sprays
of
water

misting
her
face
whenever
he
shifted
a
bit
to
the
side,
she
felt
completely
out
of
sorts.
Her

trepidation,
however,
quickly
shifted
to
exhilaration
when
she
realized
that
she
wasn’t
a

woman
on
a
ledge.
Instead,
she
was
walking
a
tightrope
with
a
taut
net
down
below
to

catch
her.

“Say
no,”
he
said,
loosening
his
grip
on
her
hair.

It
was
her
choice,
and
she
didn’t
want
to
say
no.

She
leaned
in
close
and
grazed
her
lips
up
one
of
his
hard
thighs,
watching
his

expression,
though
finding
no
clues
within
it.
His
face
was
a
blank
mask.

She
kissed
up
further,
landing
at
the
crease
between
his
thigh
and
sac
and
let
her

tongue
explore
its
seams.

His
hand
returned,
raking
through
her
wet
hair
and
winding
the
length
of
it
around
his

fingers.
For
the
moment,
he
neither
pulled
nor
pushed.
Just
waited.

Even
when
she
steadied
herself
with
her
hands
planted
on
his
hips
and
swirled
the
tip

of
her
tongue
over
his
cock’s
tip,
he
didn’t
react,
though
his
shaft
jerked
on
her
tongue.

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–
Holley Trent

She
took
him
further
into
her
mouth
and
paused
with
it
halfway
in
to
set
her
teeth

against
it.

He
gave
her
hair
a
tiny
pull
of
warning,
but
waited
to
see
what
she
had
planned.

She
pulled
her
head
back
so
her
teeth
dragged
lightly
along
the
skin
of
his
shaft,
and
at

the
very
end,
she
wrapped
her
lips
around
the
head
and
sucked.

That
drew
a
breath
from
him.
He
pushed
his
cock
between
her
lips
once
more
and
held

her
head
still,
forcing
her
to
take
in
as
much
as
he
pleased.

If
he
expected
her
to
gag,
he
had
another
thing
coming.

She
increased
her
suction
and
locked
her
eyes
on
his
face,
watching
his
teeth
grind,
his

lips
part,
and
his
eyelids
fluttered
as
she
did
her
work.

His
hard
ass
clenched
beneath
her
nails.
His
grip
on
her
hair
tightened,
and
she
sucked

harder,
grazing
him
with
her
teeth
and
massaging
with
her
tongue
until
he
hissed
and

yanked
her
back.
“Stand,”
he
said,
offering
his
arm
to
aid
her.