Cheating at Our Overbooked BnB - 1

"Why did I sign up for this?" My wife, Ellen, shakes her head as our cab driver pulls up in front of the beer garden.

"You're gonna do great, baby." I pull her in for a quick kiss. "I'll help you load out, then I'll head to the rental house and get us checked in."

"All right." She scans the small crowd gathering near the pasture, then she sighs loudly. "The whole reason I became an author was so I wouldn't have to talk to people in real life!"

I shoot her a grin. "You always have a good time at these things once you get comfortable."

She rolls her eyes in fun. "I know."

It's been too long since we've had a weekend away like this. Between my work getting the ranch ready for the colder months ahead and her deadline on the latest book in her Wilde Hearts series, we've barely had time to breathe. That's why I came along on this trip--so we could finally get a little time together.

We both hop out of the car, and I grab her bags from the trunk. Then I follow her into the spacious barn.

A dozen authors' tables are neatly arranged--each one adorned with its own pastel-colored tablecloth. Several are already set up with their little book stands showing off bare-chested ranchers in an assortment of cowboy boots and big hats. Ellen's table is at the far end.

I set her bags beside her booth, and when she bends to unzip the bags and make sure she's got everything, I let my eyes rake down her cleavage in that pink ruffled top.

She looks incredible--her cheeks pink with anticipation. Her long, slender legs are on full display in skin-tight jeans, and she paired them with strappy white sandals that show off perfectly pedicured cotton-candy-pink toenails.

But her hands are trembling.

"Hey now..." I spin her toward me, drawing her close and cupping her ass in my palms. "Don't worry, baby. They're gonna love you just as much as I do." I squeeze her bottom, savoring the sweet sensation of her flesh at my fingertips.

"Mmm." Her eyes sparkle in the low light. "I hope not"--she slides her hand between my thighs, dragging her thumb over my thickening cock--"or I'm gonna be in trouble."

I grin, dropping my voice so low it's almost a growl. "Sure you don't want to step into one of these storage rooms back here?" I tip my head to gesture. "Promise I'll make it worth your while?"

Her eyes widen, and I catch her glancing to see if it would be private enough. But then she scoffs. "No, somebody might find us! Besides, I'm too nervous. I have to get everything ready for tomorrow."

"Hmm. Sure you can't come back to the house with me, just to get checked in..." I nudge my hips a little, pressing my erection against her body. The sweet vanilla smell of her lotion is all around me.

"Easy tiger," she teases.

"Wouldn't want to have to head back to the airport... find that bombshell from baggage claim?"

Her jaw drops open. "I knew you were hot for her!"

Yeah, she was hard to miss--with her long, blonde hair, thick thighs, and great ass. She kept looking over and catching my eye. On our way out of the airport, she tripped, and I helped her up.

Red blotches claw their way up Ellen's chest. "But you wouldn't dare!"

"Wouldn't I?" I tease. "Those plump, round breasts were calling my name--just nestled inside that pale blue top. And that sweet, round ass in those tight little jeans was begging for my hands all over it."

Ellen nibbles at her lip, moving in close as she tips her face up to mine. "Is that right?"

"Uh-huh," I whisper. "Besides. I know how wet it makes you... When you're jealous."

I'm gazing at that cute smattering of freckles over her nose and her cheeks, wishing I could press my fingers between her legs and feel into the warm wetness I already know is there. Waiting for me.

"All right. Maybe it does." She runs her palm stealthily over my dick once more before she grins. "And don't worry. I'll take care of you later."

I press my lips to hers in a slow kiss. "Gosh. Just hope I can wait that long." I shrug a teasing shoulder.

She smirks. "You'll be good. I know you will." She goes up on her tiptoes to kiss me once more, then she turns--reaching into her bag to pull out the small acrylic book stands. The tension is returning to her jaw.

"Hey, Elle?" I take a few steps backward toward the barn entrance, and she meets my eyes. "You've got this, babe."

Short brunette curls bounce as she nods slowly. "Love you, Liam. Thanks for doing this with me."

A lump of emotion forms in my throat. The only thing I want to do is wrap her in my arms and carry her straight back to the rental so I can have my way with her.

I'm so hard I could poke one of these ladies' eyes out if I wasn't careful.

But I nod. "Any time, baby. Back in an hour or so."

* * *

The rental is just outside of town, in a wooded, secluded area. As the cab rolls down the long paved driveway, the home comes into view, and it's elegant. Concrete structures with floor-to-ceiling slabs of glass. Perfectly manicured gardens.

I pay the driver, then I lug our suitcases to the landing and use the keypad to unlock the door.

Inside, everything seems even more luxurious than it was in the photos. Impossibly tall vaulted ceilings loom overhead, and there's an enormous fireplace along the far wall with tall windows on either side. Expensive-looking area rugs line the warm cedar floors. Everything looks well-built. Custom-made.

Ellen's going to love it.

A sudden thump comes from the back of the house.

Official check-in time was thirty minutes ago, but maybe the owner's still doing some last-minute cleaning?

"Hello?" I stroll toward the source of the sound, but there's no response.

Another thump.

It's coming from the bedroom.

"Hello?" Stepping through the doorway, I freeze as my eyes locate the source of the sound.

A young woman--she can't be older than 22--is facing the other way as she dries her damp, blonde hair with a thick towel. She's wearing nothing but white, lacy thong panties. Her thick, creamy thighs and incredible ass are laid out before me.

"Jesus Christ," I mutter under my breath.

She spins suddenly, her full, bare breasts swinging before me. Her nipples are wide--the softest shade of pink.

I force my gaze up. But when my eyes lock on her bright blue ones, I startle back.

It's her.

The young woman from the airport.

She screams--quickly tugging the towel around her body--but she stumbles back, falling flat on her ass over the mattress.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry." I cover my eyes, backing out of the room and ducking around the corner.

"No, it's me. I'm a total klutz." Her voice is smooth and confident, but with a gravelly edge. Sexy.

"I swear, I didn't see anything," I lie as visions of her perfect tits swim through my mind. My spine is still tingling.

But she laughs. "That's OK. You're not the first man to see my naked tits."

I chuckle, despite myself.

When she pokes her head around the corner, she locks eyes with me and something fierce and electric passes between us.

"You're the guy from the airport."

"Uh." I rub a hand across my neck. "Yeah, that's right."

"Right. Pretty sure the owner's not allowed to be here while I'm renting?" She ducks back into the bedroom, then closes the door gently.

"Wait. I thought you were the owner," I call through the door. "I've got this house rented all weekend."

"What?" Her voice is muffled, but I can hear her surprise. "No, I've got confirmation that it's mine for two nights."

"Oh, fuck." Did I mess this up? "I'll double-check."

I stroll to the large oak dining table, taking a seat on one of the heavy chairs. Then I pull out my phone and search for the reservation.

But the dates are correct. This place is ours, and this young woman is in for some bad news.

A couple of minutes later, the bedroom door creaks open. And out steps my filthiest fantasy. She's back in that same thin blue cotton top--sleeveless with the tiny zipper at the front pulled down further this time--far enough to reveal the curves of her generous breasts. But this time, she's wearing too-short cutoff denim shorts with decorative zippers crisscrossing the back pockets. Her thick, creamy thighs are on full display--her round ass perfectly framed as she pulls the towel from around her head and hangs it in the bathroom.

My body responds instantly--my cock already twitching with need.

This girl knows what she's got, and she's not afraid to show it off.

Her long, damp hair tumbles over her shoulders as she moves back to join me at the table. And that's when I see it--the flash of heat in her eyes. Pure attraction.

I'm wearing dusty jeans and a charcoal gray T-shirt, and I've got my best belt buckle and scuffed brown cowboy boots on. Typical attire for ranch work, but some women find it appealing. Especially women who aren't used to seeing it.

Her eyebrows bounce. "So I'm curious. Is this just a style thing for you, or..."

"I work my own ranch."

"Mmm." She throws me a teasing grin as she sits in the chair across from mine. "I'm impressed."

I nod. "Look, I apologize again for walking in on you like that. I shouldn't have--uh--"

"No. Like I said." She shrugs. "It's no big deal." She extends her hand. "I'm Chloe."

I reach to take her hand in mine, intending to give her a firm friend-zone handshake. But her skin is softer than I expected, and warm to the touch. It sends sparks sizzling up through my arm, and I let my hand linger longer than I should before I finally let go.

"I'm Liam."

"Nice to meet you, Liam." She leans forward with a conspiratorial grin, but it only gives me a better view of her beautiful tits under that silly zipper.

Fuck, what I wouldn't give to see those naked breasts once more. To feel the weight of them in my hands.

Heat gathers low in my belly, my jeans tightening.

If I don't cool things off--and fast--I might end up doing something I'll regret.

I swallow hard. "I checked my reservation. Looks like you've got your dates wrong. Mine's good." I hold the phone out to show her, and she frowns.

"What?" She pulls her phone out of her pocket, then scrolls for a moment. "Nope, mine says the same. See?"

When she hands it over, I can't help letting my fingers graze hers--just a little. My heart thumps in response to her touch.

But fuck if she is right. The dates are the same.

We're double-booked.

"Aw, shit." I rest her phone on the table, resisting the temptation to touch her again. "All right. Given you're already settled here, I'll ask for a refund. Find a new place."

"No, that doesn't seem fair." Her eyes sparkle with naughtiness. "Especially when there's a great big king-sized bed just waiting, right in there." She says the words very slowly. "More than enough for the two of us."

She snags her lower lip between her teeth, and I swallow hard.

I'm used to attention from the ladies. I keep fit and take care of myself. But it doesn't usually get to me like this.

I'm a good man, and I honor my commitments.

I would never cheat on my wife.

But this woman is next level. There's something wild about her. Thrilling. She has an energy that's drawing me in.

"Is that so?" I drawl without thinking.

Her eyes flare with arousal, her pupils dilating a little. "Yes, sir."

Easy boy.

My jeans are suddenly tight in the crotch. I have to shift my weight to get comfortable.

I spin my wedding band with my fingers under the table.

This girl is bad news. I'm a happily married man, almost forty now. She's practically half my age. I don't do things like this.

I take a deep breath, hoping to settle my hormones. But her fresh, floral scent tickles my nostrils--drawing me in.

Finally, I clear my throat. "Actually, it's not just me this weekend," I force myself to admit before I chicken out.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

We both know I should've mentioned Ellen straight away. This girl doesn't need to see the boner I'm sporting to know how bad I'm into her.

"My wife Ellen is in town with me," I continue. "Perhaps you saw her at the airport?"

"Maybe I did." Chloe blinks back at me, her crystal blue eyes holding my gaze. Then she tilts her shoulder a little, giving me another glimpse of her ample curves beneath that top before the corner of her mouth tugs into a teasing grin.

"Well, anyway. We're--uh--we're here together."

"Right." She twists a strand of long blonde hair between her fingers. "And does your wife let you play?"

Holy fuck.

There's an intensity in Chloe's eyes that makes my breath catch. I can't resist pressing the edge of my palm over my erection.

But no.

There's no fucking way! I mean, if Ellen gave me her blessing, then I sure as hell would.

Fuck yes.

But that's never going to happen. Not in a million years.

I suck a shaky breath through my nose, stretching my arms behind my head. "Don't think so." I shoot her a polite grin.

But she shrugs a shoulder. "Well, you know..." She licks her lips very slowly. "There's only one way to find out."

Lord, help me.

If I don't get the fuck out of here--right now--I might actually do it.

I lean back in my chair, attempting to shield the enormous bulge in my jeans with my crossed hands as I clear my throat. "Look, I'd better get going. Still need to figure out where we're gonna stay."

"What? Stay here! I promise I'll be good." Chloe waggles her eyebrows in a way that suggests she'll be anything but good. "Seriously, don't let me spoil things for you guys. You and your wife can have the bedroom, and I'll take the couch. I'll be gone most of the time anyway. I'm helping my sister with this promotion thing she's running. You won't even know I'm here."

Oh, I'll know she's here.

And being anywhere near this girl is playing with fire.

As she moves back toward the bedroom, I can't keep my eyes off the curve of her ass in those tiny shorts. She stuffs her clothes back into her suitcase, then rolls it out to the living room. But I'm still staring at her full, beautiful breasts bouncing gently beneath that gauzy fabric.

"Yeah, OK." The words come tumbling out of my mouth before I have time to think them through. "Sounds good, thanks."

She grins mischievously, then she plops herself down on the oversized black leather couch. "My pleasure."

I swear, she's spreading her knees apart, ever-so-slightly. It's making my pulse spike.

"Well. I'd better get back," I mutter, scrambling for the door in a feeble attempt to hide my raging boner. "Ellen probably needs help setting up for the event."

"See you later, cowboy." Chloe's sultry tone sends a bolt of electricity shooting straight down my spine. "Promise we'll have a good time."

Who is this girl?

As I lock the door behind me, it occurs to me that if I don't tread very carefully, she could get me into trouble.

Serious trouble.

But I would never do that. I wouldn't do anything to hurt Ellen or damage our marriage.

At least, I hope I wouldn't.