Page 12 of Mistaking Stone
Chapter Seven
“Honey, we forgot toget charcoal for the grill.”I walk up behind her in the kitchen.Bree is standing at the island cutting fruit in nothing but her bikini.No cover-up, only a narrow piece of fabric covering that mouth-watering pussy of hers.And her top, well, she might as well not be wearing anything if you must know.Her nipples are perky, begging for my attention.
I lightly dust my finger over one, making it harder than it already is.
“Can you grab another bottle of champagne while you’re out.I’d like to have some for mimosas in the morning.I’ve almost finished this one off,” she says and lifts the glass of sparkling bubbles she’s been drinking out of.
“Anything else you can think of?”I lean over to kiss her on the cheek then pop her lightly on her ass.
“If I do, I’ll text you.”
Apparently, Bree isn’t content with just a peck.Before I realize it, her tongue is fucking my mouth.The fruity flavor of the sparkling beverage on her breath is almost as delicious as she is.
The drive to the market and back takes less than an hour and I hurry back inside, my dick anxious to get a piece of her before I fire up the grill.I peek out back, expecting to see her out by the pool.She’s gotten in to the habit of sunbathing nude—not that I mind—but I’ve caught the neighbor’s son standing at the window with his hand in his shorts.No doubt, enjoying what he sees.
Unfortunately, she’s not there and the house is unusually quiet when I drop the bags onto the counter.Too quiet, actually.
“Bree?”I call her name.
“Mmm.”
Her faint moans are coming from the sunroom, and I wonder what in the world she’s up to now.Such a naughty girl, waiting for me to come home.It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve caught her playing with herself and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
“Mmm.Mmm,” she moans even louder.
My God, what the hell is she doing?Shaking my head, I reposition my cock.
I stop just inside the doorway when I see her lying on her back on top of the outdoor table.With her legs stretched wide, she has a scarf tied over her eyes.The bottle of champagne from earlier is resting on its side, the liquid glistening all over her body.She’s a sight to take in, squirming and writhing, waiting for me to join her.
Her fingers trail over her belly, stopping at the top of her pussy.When she dips one finger inside her, I nearly lose it.So fucking sexy.
I rip off my t-shirt then grab my cock in my hand.I begin to pump it relentlessly, anticipating how she’s going to feel when I shove my dick inside her.Out of the corner of my eye, I see something move and I freeze instantly in my tracks.I’m unable to move.
Turner Arlington steps up to the table, his cock inches away from her pussy.
I blink my eyes to clear my vision—I seriously feel like I’m seeing things because there’s no way.There’s no fucking way.Bree would never do this to me.
I take a step back, quietly, so neither can hear me.Blood is rushing through my head so rapidly, I fear I may pass out from shock.Tiptoeing into the kitchen, I grab the first thing I can find—the new bottle of champagne—and quietly walk back to the doorway.
How can things be so perfect one moment, and so fucked up the next?How could she!
“Stone,” she groans, lifting her hips off the table.“Stone, fuck me, baby.”
Wait.Did she just say my name?
There’s no time for me to figure this out.Bree thinks it’s me.She thinks I’m Turner.With her eyes covered, she has no idea what he’s about to do.
In one swift motion, Turner grabs onto her waist and shoves his cock inside her.I leap from the spot I’ve been glued to—watching this nightmare unfold—and swing the glass bottle directly at Turner’s head.
“What the fuck are you doing?”