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  Rachelle nodded. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood shakily. “I think so. Sorry, my stomach was off right from when I got up this morning.”

  “You don’t look good. You’re totally white. Why don’t you go lay down and dad and I will take the boat out and give you some peace for the afternoon.”

  Rachelle nodded, smiling genuinely. “Thanks Shanna.” The girl nodded and took Rachelle’s hand protectively, leading her back to the cabin.

  “Dad?” Shanna called, pushing open the door.

  Sheldon glanced up from the living room where his small desk was set up. He’d been working on his laptop but he shut it and gave Shanna his full attention. “Yes love?”

  “Rachelle isn’t well. She threw up down by the beach.”

  Sheldon raised an eyebrow but was careful to act professionally in front of his daughter. However, his eyes reflected his concern and compassion.

  “I said she could go lay down. Maybe that will help. Would you take me fishing? We can give Rachelle the cabin to herself then.”

  Sheldon nodded. “Sure. Of course. I’ll go get the boat ready. If you’re sure you’re okay by yourself Rachelle.”

  Rachelle was already walking towards the bedroom, her stomach rolling again. She turned and nodded briefly. “Yes, enjoy yourselves!”

  Sheldon and Shanna left together and the cabin was silent once again. Rachelle lay in bed, trying to stop her stomach from spinning. God, she hated having the flu. Maybe she ate or drank something that was off but no one else was sick. She hoped that neither Shanna nor Sheldon caught whatever bug she had.

  Rachelle flipped onto her side and pulled her knees up to her stomach. That seemed to help. She lay listening to the hum of the refrigerator and Sheldon’s laptop before drifting off to sleep.

  Chapter 15

  Sheldon heard the quiet footsteps down the hall long before his bedroom door opened silently. He opened the covers, lifting the quilt to allow Rachelle to snuggle in next to him. She had been sick for three days but after another day of rest she assured him she was feeling fine.

  He had missed her. The thought hit him like a ton of bricks. He had missed her more than just a little. His entire body ached for her but it was more than that. He’d missed her warmth beside him. Missed her gentle breathing, her quiet, whispered questions and concerns she shared with him in the dead of night after they were both sated.

  “Rachelle,” Sheldon whispered, stroking her hair. He kissed her forehead gently, a hand already lifting the hem of her nightgown. She said nothing but her body arched into him and the sweetest little moan was drawn from her throat. Her legs parted for him, allowing his hand to travel from her thigh to the warm wetness of her beautiful pussy.

  Sheldon’s mouth was already watering to taste her. His cock pounded painfully between his legs and, as though sensing his need and knowing exactly what he wanted, Rachelle’s cool pam slipped around his shaft and began working him gently, pumping up and down in delicious strokes that made Sheldon’s head spin and his blood boil.

  He waited for a few minutes, enjoying her hand on his cock before he slipped down lower in the bed. Her legs opened wider, letting him nestle between her thighs. Sheldon paused just over her pussy. He already knew the shape and scent and taste of her by heart. Even in the near darkness he could tell how perfect she was.

  The first taste of her was heaven. He lapped at her pooling nectar, tasting the lush sweetness of her. Her taste was always a pure aphrodisiac to him as his cock grew even harder, if it was possible. The pounding was unbearable and he longed to burry himself inside of her wet heat and fuck her in long, hard, hot strokes until she was writhing under him.

  He managed to hold himself back. He wanted to please her first. He swirled his tongue over her folds, delving into her entrance, penetrating her deeply over and over. Rachelle mewled sweetly, arching into his mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair, bringing his face closer. He moved up a little, taking her clit into his mouth. He suckled her sweetly there until she arched against him hard. Her body went rigid and the shaking spams of her muscles vibrated under his mouth as she came apart. A hot rush of her juices coated his face and Sheldon drank her in.

  Rachelle had the innate ability to be perfectly quiet except for her rapid breathing and then the way she held her breath when she came. He always knew the second it happened as he was attuned to every single nuance of her now.

  “Sheldon,” Rachelle whispered when she could breathe again.

  “Yes my dear?” Sheldon arched upwards in the bed, his face beside hers. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself. Rachelle groaned, her hand going back down to his hard, aching cock to stroke him once again.

  “I want you to do something different tonight. I’ve been thinking about it. I… um… want you to take me from behind.”

  “Oh. I can do that.” Sheldon quietly puzzled at what was different about that. He took her in that position all the time.

  “I mean… like… in my asshole.”

  “Oh.” Sheldon’s heart thudded in his chest so hard it was a wonder it didn’t rip out. Fuck. Rachelle had no idea what she did to him. Just when he thought he had her figured out, that he knew everything about her body, that he’d had her in every single way she would ever allow him to, she surprised him like this.

  He could only nod, like an idiot, as he gripped her hips and turned her around, positioning her. He brought his cockhead to the smooth round swells of her ass cheeks, gritting his teeth. His dick pounded so fiercely he thought it would be a miracle if he stopped himself from coming right that second.

  “Wait!” Rachelle hissed as he pushed forward, his huge cockhead pausing at the sensitive pucker.

  “What is it?” Sheldon ran his hand over Rachelle’s hip, savoring the satin of her skin.

  “I just… will it hurt? I mean, I’ve wanted to do this with you. I’ve pictured it happening but I’m scared now. You’re so big.”

  Geez. Rachelle knew just how to stroke his ego. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Sheldon said gently. “I can’t promise it wouldn’t hurt but it would be pleasureful too.”

  Rachelle exhaled. Her whole body tensed. Sheldon ran a hand down her back gently, soothing her. He went to roll away but she pushed against him at that moment, swiveling her hips, grinding and pushing so that his cock slipped in an inch.

  “I want to,” she whispered, voice fevered with excitement. “I’m sorry I said anything. Just go slowly.”

  “Of course.” Sheldon braced himself by placing both hands on Rachelle’s hips. He pushed forward slowly, letting her grow used to the massive girth of him. Her body was far too tense but eventually when she realized it wasn’t going to be the searing pain she thought it would be, she started to relax.

  Sheldon sheathed himself about half way into her asshole before he paused. Rachelle whimpered with disappointment and he could tell by the frantic wriggle of her hips that she wanted more. He went agonizingly slowly. The pressure built in his entire body, begging for release. He steadied himself, moving even more slowly so that he could fulfill Rachelle’s desires before his own.

  “Sheldon…”

  “What is it Rachelle?”

  She said nothing, just reached down to her hip and took his hand in her own. She guided him down and forward, to the soaking wet entrance of her pussy. Sheldon groaned and Rachelle whimpered at his touch. He found her clit and began flicking it in gentle circles.

  “I want you to touch me Sheldon. Inside.” Rachelle’s innocent plea almost undid him completely. He moved his hand, slowly inserting his index finger inside her warmth. She was so slippery and gloriously wet his finger slid in easily.

  Rachelle moaned and rocked her hips against him, taking him in fully. At the same time he buried himself fully in her ass. He waited then began to move slowly. The hot friction drove them both wild. Rachelle ground her hips against him in a wild abandon, taking
all of his cock and both of his fingers up to the knuckles.

  “More, Sheldon. I want more.”

  Sheldon groaned. He removed his finger and very slowly inserted a second along with the first. Rachelle took everything he gave her. She writhed against him as he thrust steadily into her ass. She bore down on his fingers, her body clenching him hard.

  “God, Rachelle… I’m not going to last much longer,” Sheldon ground out between gritted teeth.

  Rachelle nodded. She rocked forward against his hand and back against his cock, her body rocking with his thrusts at just the right time in exactly the right motion. It wasn’t long before he felt her tense. His fingers were gripped tightly as her body shattered around him. He felt the spasms of her muscles, heard her tiny gasp as she struggled to contain her cries of pleasure. They both knew they had to be silent.

  Sheldon wasn’t far behind her. It was a relief when she found her pleasure because he could finally let himself go. Sheldon snapped apart, his mind going completely blank. Shards of pleasure ripped through his body and grasped him hard. He came in hot jets deep inside of Rachelle’s tight asshole. He gripped her hips, grinding his hand into her while he continued to fuck her with the other.

  After his body was wrung out Sheldon collapsed to the side, pulling Rachelle with him. She snuggled into his arms for a minute but he knew the second she made to leave, back to her own bed.

  Sheldon always felt as though he had been denied sleeping beside her. It was the one thing he truly wanted. To share the intimacy of the same bed, to bask in their afterglow together.

  “Don’t go Rachelle,” Sheldon whispered, reaching out and grabbing her arm to keep her from exiting the bed.

  She looked at him questioningly, the shadows in the room playing over her features. “I have to. We both know that.”

  “I know. But more than that, say you’ll keep seeing me when the summer is over. I could terminate your employment. You wouldn’t be my nanny any longer. I keep thinking about what my life would be like without you in it and it’s very- bleak.”

  Rachelle sucked in her breath and Sheldon could see that she was actually considering. Before she had always said no. He’d asked her that day on the lake, when they’d been caught in the storm but now it seemed as though she was actually giving credence to what he had to say.

  Sliding back under the covers, Rachelle cuddled up to Sheldon. He was surprised when her arms wrapped around his chest and she slid her face overtop his heartbeat as though she truly wanted to listen to it.

  “I can’t promise anything when the summer is over,” she said, disappointing Sheldon. But maybe I can stay for just awhile longer tonight.”

  Sheldon wrapped her up in his arms, delighting in the feel of her body against his. She fit him perfectly, her curves melting into the hard planes of his. He had tried to fight it for so long but now that he had given in, he knew he wanted Rachelle. Somehow, before the summer was over, he was going to convince her that he couldn’t live without her. Or more importantly, that she couldn’t live without him either.

  Chapter 16

  “Dad! Rachelle! What’s going on?” Shanna’s frantic voice cut through Rachelle’s sleep induced fog. She came fully awake to see the horrified expression on Shanna’s face.

  “What?” Rachelle choked out before realizing where she was. She was still asleep in Sheldon’s bed. She gasped and dragged the sheet up to cover herself as Sheldon came awake beside her and faced his daughter with an equal amount of horror.

  “Shanna-” Sheldon reached out to her but Shanna backed away.

  “You lied to me!” She spat accusingly at Rachelle.

  “Shanna! I… This… uh…” Rachelle stammered. She could only stare at Shanna’s horrified, angry face. The betrayal in the girl’s eyes made her want to cry.

  “You both lied to me! How could you do this?” Shanna didn’t give either of them a chance to explain. She took off angrily out of the room. The sound of the front door slamming reverberated through the cabin.

  Rachelle looked to Sheldon but his face was a grim mask and she could read nothing in his eyes. He flung back the covers a second later and hurried around the room, throwing on his clothes from the day before. Rachelle rushed back to her own room and quickly got dressed. She was pulling her t-shirt over her head when she stumbled out of her room, meeting Sheldon at the front door.

  “Where do you think she’s gone?” Rachelle asked.

  “I don’t know.” Sheldon’s voice held a trace of fear that she had never heard there before. “I think we should check that the boat and jet skis are still in place.”

  Rachelle went cold right to her marrow. Her stomach churned painfully when she thought of something happening to Shanna. She knew what she was doing with Sheldon was wrong. Worse, she knew something like this was going to happen. How could she have been so stupid?

  Together, Rachelle and Sheldon rushed down to the dock. The boat was still tied there. He ran to the boat shed and came back a moment later, nodding that the jet skis were also still safely inside.

  “She could have gone to Mrs. McGregor’s,” Rachelle volunteered. She looked hopefully at Sheldon and he shrugged.

  “It’s as good a place as any to check.”

  Half an hour later, when Mrs. McGregor’s turned up fruitless, Rachelle Sheldon doubled back to the cabin. They searched the empty rooms again, feeling ridiculous. Sheldon looked panicked through he tried to maintain a calm exterior and Rachelle felt a mounting worry and guilt that nearly stole her breath.

  “I’m going to check the woods,” Sheldon finally said, leaning back against the front door of the cabin before pulling it open.

  “Good idea.” Rachelle couldn’t think of anything else either. “I’ll come with you.”

  Sheldon nodded and the two left silently. Rachelle scanned the beach area. It had rained the night before and to her horror, there were fresh, small footprints on the sand.

  “Sheldon!” Rachelle pointed eagerly until she saw where the footprints led. Right to the boathouse where the jet skis were kept. Sheldon realized at the same moment what Rachelle did. They rushed off together. Sheldon pulled open the door and when Rachelle saw that one Jet Ski was indeed gone, her stomach lurched painfully.

  Sheldon swore but Rachelle could tell it was fear, not anger that made him lash out.

  “I’ll take the boat and find her,” Sheldon said, voice far more confident than Rachelle thought he felt. “You go wait back at the cabin in case she comes back. I don’t want to miss her.”

  “Good idea.” Rachelle turned at the same time Sheldon did. She paused on the beach, watching him stride towards the dock and untie the white rope that moored the boat in place.

  Turning back up the grassy path to the cabin, Rachelle hard the boat motor roar to life a minute later. She didn’t turn back around. She could only pray that Sheldon found Shanna. She felt that this was all her fault. She had always feared something like this would happen. It was the worst possible scenario she could have anticipated.

  Shanna could be hurt or alone or even worse all because Rachelle hadn’t been strong enough to keep to her convictions. Sheldon had worn down all her defenses. He was like water, pushing his way inside her heart to freeze and crack it wide open. If he had asked her one more time to keep seeing him at the end of the summer she would have agreed.

  Rachelle’s stomach did another flip flop and she thought for a minute her worry would make her physically sick. She sat down at the table and waited, staring out the window.

  A long while later a horrifying thought dawned on her. She was over two weeks late.

  Chapter 17

  Sheldon didn’t want to give Rachelle false hope so he didn’t mention that he had an island in mind. It was Shanna’s favorite place on the lake, right next to the island they had camped on that night. He headed right there first and when he saw his jet ski pulled up and tied against the rocky banks he let out a sigh of relief.

  He guided the boat aro
und the sharp jutting rocks and picked a flatter part of the island to enter. It was a slight challenge jumping off by himself but he had the boat moored soon enough. He glanced longingly once across the lake at the neighboring island. That island would forever hold fond memories for him but now it made him feel uneasy. He had never felt so lost in his life. He had no idea what to say to his daughter and he didn’t know how he could possibly convince Rachelle to keep seeing him after this.

  The island wasn’t large and it took Sheldon only a few minutes of traversing a well-worn dirt path, ducking branches and fighting back bushes to find his daughter sitting on a log in the middle of a small clearing.

  She sat, impervious to the bugs buzzing around her head and apparently also to his presence. She didn’t move a muscle when he sat down on the log beside her even though he knew she was well aware that he was there.

  “Shanna,” Sheldon finally started but his voice trailed off. He sighed when she refused to look at him. “Shanna, please. We need to talk.”

  With an exaggerated sigh she turned her face his way. He saw the anger and betrayal flare in her dark eyes. Eyes that were so much like his own.

  “What could we possibly have to talk about dad? You’re just going to say that these are grown up things and I won’t understand.”

  Sheldon was taken aback. When had his daughter become so mature? She was only ten and somehow she was on the verge of becoming a woman already.

  “You’re right Shanna. What happened between Rachelle and I is for adults but it doesn’t mean we can’t talk about it. I’m sorry if you feel that if you tried I would shut you out.”

  Shanna crossed her arms over her chest and her eyes spat fire even as her features tightened, fighting the urge to crumble. She remained silent. Sheldon ran a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words though he didn’t have a clue what they would be.