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  Blake looked up at him and grinned. “Maybe you'll want to take a can with you tonight when you screw Rockie again."

  Will groaned. “Can we change the subject please?"

  * * * *

  "Isn't this adorable?” Joanne exclaimed as she held a burgundy silk teddy against her chest. “Blake would just love me in this."

  Roxanne offered a weak smile. “Yes, I'm sure he'd love it."

  She and Joanne had opted for a continental breakfast in the lounge followed by a bit of shopping in the hotel shops.

  Joanne turned back to the rack and found a black teddy. “I want to buy something to get Blake's motor running but I can't decide what color.” She turned to Roxanne. “What do you think?” She held the burgandy teddy in front of her and then the black.

  "Either one is fine with me,” Roxanne said. God, the last thing on her mind was Joanne and Blake's love life.

  Joanne shook her head as she peered into the nearby mirror. “I don't know, maybe I should go with the light green teddy. Not crazy about the color but I like that it's crotchless.” She winked at Roxanne in the mirror. “No need for Blake to rip an expensive teddy to get at what he wants, know what I mean?"

  Roxanne sighed and rolled her eyes. “So go with the crotchless one then,” she said impatiently. She really didn't want to hear another innuendo about her best friend's sexual exploits with her husband.

  Joanne replaced the teddies and looked at her. “What's stuck up your ass this morning?"

  "Nothing,” Roxanne said quickly. “I'm just tired of shopping and I think it's time for us to relieve the guys from duty. I'm sure they'd like a break from the crazy teenagers, too."

  Joanne waved a hand in dismissal. “I'm sure Blake and the other chaperones are fine.

  Roxanne frowned. “It doesn't feel right."

  Joanne's eyes narrowed as she looked at her. “Forget about it,” Joanne said as she waved her hand. “Tell me what happened between you and Will last night."

  Roxanne turned her attention to a rack of silk bathrobes and flicked through them. “Nothing, really. We just talked."

  Joanne's hand landed on Roxanne's. “Like hell you just talked,” she said. “He fucked your brains out, didn't he?"

  Roxanne pulled her hand away and gave Joanne a sheepish grin. She sighed. Did she really want to talk about it? “Yes,” she said reluctantly. “But if you want details, you'll have to buy me a coffee."

  Roxanne was hoping she'd managed to buy some time but Joanne didn't waste a minute. She quickly purchased the green teddy and led the way out of the store.

  Within minutes, they were sitting in the hotel coffee shop with two steaming cups of Irish Cream flavored coffee in front of them.

  Joanne placed her elbows in the table and cupped her chin in her hands. She gazed at Roxanne with bright, expectant eyes. “Okay, spill."

  Roxanne felt her cheeks flush with the memory of the night before. She pressed her hands to either side of her face. “Oh my God, Joanne,” she said. “Will was, by far, the best I'd ever had in my life."

  Joanne listened intently as Roxanne described what had taken place. She nodded and grinned and chuckled softly all the while. When Roxanne finished, Joanne lifted her mug of coffee to her lips. “So did he explain why he set you up the night of our graduation?"

  Roxanne stared into her mug. “Uhm, no,” she said sheepishly. “I asked him to explain but...” Roxanne hesitated.

  Joanne frowned as she placed her mug on the table. “But what?"

  "But...” Damn, was there any other way to explain other than telling the truth? She could try but Joanne knew her well enough to know when she was fibbing. Roxanne straightened in her chair and took a deep breath. “Okay,” she said, “the fact is, we kind of got off the subject."

  Joanne shook her head slowly. “In other words, you were too horny to care.” She didn't wait for Roxanne to reply. “Fine, you wanted to have sex with Will last night. But why didn't you ask him this morning?"

  Oh shit! It hadn't occurred to her until this very moment. “I couldn't,” she said softly. “He was gone when I woke up."

  Joanne's knowing eyes reflected what had just dawned on Roxanne. Will dodged her questions, lured her into bed and then made a run for it before she woke.

  Joanne and Roxanne peered at each other. Each knew what the other was thinking.

  "The rat bastard!” they said in unison.

  "I need a plan,” Roxanne said.

  "You need a plan!” Joanne's words echoed.

  "Yes, yes!” Roxanne exclaimed. Will had just gotten away with murder. “But what should I do?"

  Joanne's fingers wrapped around her coffee mug as she considered Roxanne's question, her brows pinched deep in thought.

  And then she smiled ... the best how-to-get-even smile Roxanne had ever seen. The Christmas-stealing Grinch had nothing on the woman sitting across the table from her.

  "I know exactly what you should do."

  Chapter 4

  Will was going nuts! He'd seen neither hide nor hair of Rockie all day. After what he'd pulled on her this morning, he knew it was only a matter of time before he'd have to face her. And God help him, he so wanted to see her. Now as the sun set and the day wound down, he couldn't take it for another minute.

  Joanne had shown up after the shopping excursion and while she had given him several cool glances, she never said a single word about Rockie.

  The hotel's nightly theme party was a night in Barbados. As the band began playing reggae music, Will was quickly losing patience. If Rockie didn't show up soon, he was going to tear the hotel apart looking for her.

  "She's not coming."

  Will's eyes left the door and looked down at Joanne. “Why not?"

  Joanne smiled and winked. “Because she's waiting for you in her room."

  * * * *

  Will found himself at her room seconds after leaving the party. His hand lifted to knock but stopped in midair. Instinct told him the door was unlocked. He turned the knob and pushed the door open.

  "I've been waiting for you.” The sultry voice came from inside the room. “Come inside and close the door."

  The room was lit with several candles. As Will's eyes adjusted to the darkened room, he saw two cans of whipped cream on the table beside the bed.

  And then he saw Rockie.

  She was wore a full-length hunter green silk robe cinched tight around her waist. Will's groin tightened at the thought of the delectable body hidden beneath the folds of the robe. His eyes pierced her as he stepped further into the room.

  Rockie's hand shot forward, palm up, fingers spread wide apart. “Stop right there."

  Will stopped and gazed at her. His sweet Rockie wanted to play boss.

  He grinned. He wasn't used to handing the reins over to any woman but it might make a refreshing change ... for once.

  "Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” she demanded.

  "Your wish is my command,” Will said lightly as he quickly stepped out of his clothes. He saved his underwear for last, watching Rockie closely as he pulled them over his hips and kicked them aside. His erect penis shot forward. Her eyes darkened as her gaze skittered over his throbbing need.

  Will sat on the bed and swung his legs up. He leaned against the headboard and folded his arms behind his head. His brows rose. “So now what?"

  Rockie's eyes darkened again and, judging by the color that rose in her cheeks, she was either really turned on or pissed off. Will quickly dismissed the anger and decided she was as turned on as he was.

  She motioned with her hands and spoke briskly. “Lay flat on the bed and spread your arms and legs."

  When Will followed her demands, she quickly moved forward. She looped a silk handkerchief around one wrist and secured it to the bedpost. Will chuckled lightly as she swiftly moved around the bed, tying his ankles and then his other wrist. She was taking the control thing to new heights.

  When Will was tied securely, Rockie reached for
a can of whipped cream. She smiled devilishly as she shook the can furiously. It was getting better and better.

  She pulled the top off the can and poised it over Will's face. He grinned before he opened his mouth. She sprayed the whipped cream, filling his mouth. As he grappled to swallow it, Rockie turned the can to his chest and peered at him pensively. He nodded.

  His cock ached as she sprayed the confection around each nipple. Her long hair fell around her face as she lowered herself to lap the topping off his chest. Will's hands fought the ties that kept him from touching her.

  When she lifted her face, he saw bits of white at either side of her mouth. He imagined it being his cum and how he'd feel knowing she had milked his cock for every ounce it had. “Jesus, Rockie,” he said through clenched teeth. “Untie me so I can fuck you."

  Rockie smiled as she wiped the whipped cream from her lips. “But I'm not done yet,” she said softly.

  Will moaned when she crawled between his legs and poised the can over his hard-on. He winced when he heard the gurgle of the can and the cold whipped cream circled his penis. He winced again when she sprayed a tiny mound on the tip of his erection.

  "God, that's cold,” he said as he shivered. “Suck it off my cock, Rockie. I need to feel your hot mouth on me right now."

  "Like this?” She didn't wait for his reply as she bent her face over him and lapped the whipped cream off the tip of his penis. Will groaned and lifted his hips as she slowly took him into her mouth. Her teeth gently grazed over him as her tongue curled around his length. She tightened her lips over him as she slid her mouth back to the tip.

  "Jesus,” Will said, his teeth clenched, his body rocking in sheer pleasure. “That's so damn good, Rockie."

  "Is it?” she said softly as her fingers wrapped around his cock and gently pumped.

  "You know it is,” he said, his breathing heavy and labored. “You know damn well what you're doing to me."

  Rockie bent again and nudged his cock with her nose. Her tongue darted out and licked the remaining topping from the base. “What should I do now?” she purred.

  Will's head almost exploded when she peered up at him, her blue eyes blazing in spite of the pretense of innocence.

  God, if only he could get free! His arms and legs wrenched against the restraints as his breath came in short, lusty pants.

  "You know damn well what to do!"

  Rockie slowly rose and smiled at him. “Yes,” she said softly, “I suppose I do."

  Will watched helplessly as she crawled on top of him. “Take that goddamn robe off,” he said through clenched teeth. “I want to see your tits when I fuck you."

  Roxanne's smile widened. “I think you're a bit misguided,” she said. “I'm the one about to screw you and you won't see my breasts."

  Stunned, Will watched as Rockie swiftly turned her back to him. Her robe swung out behind her and cascaded over his chest as she settled her knees on either side of his hips.

  He watched as she pulled the front of her robe open slightly, delved her fingers between her thighs and slowly, methodically, guided him as she lowered herself over his cock.

  There was no doubt in his mind that she was turned on when he felt her sweet, hot juices drip over the sensitive head of his cock. He winced as her inner folds stretched to accept him.

  Rockie cried out when he pushed his hips upward, slamming her full of his ripe need. She leaned back, her hands braced on his abs as he bucked against her.

  "Oh yeah!” she cried, her voice low as she rode him. “Yeah, that's so damn good!"

  Will gritted his teeth as her inner folds contracted around him. “Do you like that, Rockie? Do you want me to fuck you harder?"

  Rockie moaned as her head bobbed in agreement and Will pulled out all the stops. He pushed his hips up with all his might as Rockie slammed down on him. He could hear her pussy sucking him in, her juices sluicing as he retreated.

  "Touch your clit,” he demanded. “Press your fingers against it as I fill you."

  One hand left his abdomen as she leaned forward and brought her fingers between her thighs. Her breaths came in small gasps when she did as he said. He could feel the tips of her fingers sliding against her engorged clit with every upward thrust.

  Her breathing became more labored, her shoulders hunched in concentration, her pussy contracted around him. She was coming and it was going to be a doozey!

  Rockie screamed her release seconds before he felt her pussy strain against him. He felt her juices drench him as he pumped upward. Rockie's body shuddered as she gasped for air.

  Will's cock jerked at almost the same time. He knew he wasn't far from exploding either. And then Rockie pulled herself off him and jumped to the side of the bed. She stood over him, her eyes bright, her passion spent.

  He frowned when she reached for the second can of whipped cream. She shook it up, poised it over his nipples and covered them. The cool whipped cream was a shock to his overheated body.

  "Come on, darling,” he pleaded. “Stop playing with me. Let me finish what we started."

  Rockie aimed the can at his cock and sprayed another heap over it. “What the fuck are you doing?"

  He watched as she dumped the can on the floor and took several steps back from the bed. Her hands went to the belt of her robe. She slowly pulled at the tie and let it slide off her shoulders to the floor.

  Will blinked in disbelief. She was fully dressed in a tight-fitting black dress. He caught sight of her delectable mound just as she pushed the dress down over her hips and patted it into place. She smiled as she shoved her feet into a pair of sandals.

  "What the hell is going on?” he said, not sure if his eyes could be trusted with what he was seeing.

  Rockie's eyes darkened and sparkled with pure definance. “What's going on? I'll tell you what's going on.” Her chin jutted forward as her hand settled on the door knob. “It's payback time."

  Before he could utter another word, Rockie left the room, leaving him tied to the bed and covered in whipped cream.

  What the fuck?

  Chapter 5

  "Mind if I cut in?"

  Joanne looked at Roxanne in surprise. Standing in the middle of the crowded dance floor, she beamed at her best friend. Blake looked on in confusion.

  "Where's Will?” he asked. “He disappeared a couple hours ago and I haven't seen him since."

  Roxanne shrugged. She had never been a good liar, so avoiding the question was the best way to go. She focused on a pair of students gyrating to the strains of the reggae music. She felt her feet move to the rhythm. There was a lot of unspent energy inside that she needed to shed.

  She chanced a quick glance at Blake. “Do you mind if I dance with your wife?"

  "Not at all,” Blake replied as he stepped aside. “There's a club soda,” he rolled his eyes, “at the table with my name on it."

  When Blake left the dance floor, Joanne grabbed her hands and pulled her close. “Did everything go according to plan?"

  "Oh yeah,” Roxanne said. “And then some."

  Joanne's eyes rounded. “Tell me everything!"

  Roxanne giggled. “I will,” she said. “Just as soon as we put the last bit of the plan in action."

  "Right,” Joanne said. “Let's do that."

  She grabbed Roxanne's hand and led her off the dance floor. As they sat at the table, Blake smiled at them.

  "Do you want anything to drink?” he asked Roxanne.

  "As a matter of fact,” Roxanne said, “I'd love to buy a round but I left my purse in the hotel room.” She pulled the keycard out of her skirt pocket and held it out to him. “Would you mind going up to get it?"

  Blake smiled as he took the key from her hand. “Not at all.” He bowed. “Your wish is my command."

  Roxanne snickered inwardly. Where had she heard that before?

  When Blake left, Joanne pressed her hand to her face. Her eyes were wide as she bent over slightly, her words muffled as she spoke. “Oh my God,” she said. �
�I can't believe you pulled it off!"

  Roxanne grinned at her. “Oh, I pulled it off ... and then some.” Her face flushed at the memory of just how much further she'd pushed her friend's plan.

  Joanne reached across the table and grasped her hand. “Tell me everything."

  "I will in a minute.” Roxanne said as a waitress approached the table. “Martini times two,” she said. She needed a stiff drink and, when she told Joanne what had taken place, Joanne would need one, too.

  Still, they had to think of the example they were to set for the teens. “No olive.” She lifted a glass half filled with club soda. “In a glass like this, please."

  The waitress nodded knowingly. They'd only been there a couple days, but already the staff had learned how to mask alcoholic drinks.

  Joanne tapped the table impatiently. “Tell me what happened!” she called over the loud music.

  Roxanne grinned sheepishly. “I followed your instructions to the letter,” she began. “And then..."

  "You got horny.” It wasn't a question. Joanne knew her too well.

  Roxanne's face ripped into a wide grin. “Yeah, I couldn't help myself.” She clapped her hands to her flushed cheeks. “God, Will is so damn hot!"

  Joanne pressed her back against the chair and laughed. The waitress returned with their incognito drinks. Joanne lifted her martini to her lips and smiled. “So you fucked him.” Again it wasn't a question.

  Roxanne lifted her glass and gulped. She sputtered, winced and shook her head. God, she hated gin! Still, it was better than cola or club soda. “I'm not wearing underwear,” she supplied. She took another sip of her drink. “And my crotch is a sticky mess.” Another sip. “But yeah, I fucked the shit out of him."

  "Ms. Way?"

  Roxanne looked up to find one of her students standing over her. “Hi, Cory,” she said, hoping he hadn't heard what she'd just said. “What can I do for you?"

  "Well, uhm,” the teen stammered. God bless him. All the girls in her class had a crush on the kid, yet he was so shy. “Would you like to dance?"

  "As a matter of fact,” Roxanne said, “I'd love to.” She grinned across the table at Joanne and tipped her glass to her lips. Dang, it was empty. How'd that happen? As Roxanne rose from the table, she nodded to Joanne. “Order another one of these...” Oh fuck, what was it supposed to be? Ah yes! “Club sodas for me, will you?"