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  Out of Control

  By Desiree Wilder

  Out of Control

  Copyright © 2013 by Desiree Wilder. All rights reserved.

  First Print Edition: September 2013

  Limitless Publishing, LLC

  Kailua, HI 96734

  www.limitlesspublishing.com

  Formatting: Limitless Publishing

  ISBN-13: 978-1492707585

  ISBN-10: 1492707589

  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to all the men who know how the woman in his life takes her coffee.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 1

  Gia

  “Hi, my name is Gia Elizabeth Anderson Stone and I am broken inside. I recently learned that I love to watch the sun come up and have multiple orgasms on desktops.” It just came out.

  Ethan smiled like I’d never seen him smile before and our eyes locked. He reached for me and I went to him. He held me tightly. It was pure and rich, unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

  He pulled back and took my hands. “Thank you, Gia, for giving that to me. And when you’re ready, I want to know why you say you’re broken inside.” He must’ve seen me panic for a second. “When you’re ready, I said.” He squeezed my hands and I nodded.

  “Would you like to join our friends? We have a couple more concerts tonight,” I asked him.

  “I would love that, Gia, but there’s something I want to talk to you about first. Do you want a beer?” I nodded. I was really thirsty after the walk over. What did Ethan want to talk to me about?

  “Can we sit outside?” I asked, wanting to smoke.

  “Of course,” he answered as he grabbed two beers and a cigarette.

  We sat. “What’s up?”

  “Gia, there’s something I think you should know. Since I want you to open up to me, I have to be completely open and honest with you to gain your trust. When I said I’d been waiting for you for a long time, I really meant you, not just someone like you.”

  “What do you mean? I don’t understand what you’re saying.” I was confused.

  “The first time I laid eyes on you was about ten years ago at the campground c-store. I’ve watched you come in and out of this place a few times each summer, every summer. I’ve wanted to meet you, to come face to face with you, ever since.” He looked guilty as he said it, like there was a crime against wanting to meet someone.

  “Um, okay,” I said, “that’s really weird, but flattering, I think.” I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but it shed some light on his behavior, wanting to know so much about me last night after just meeting me. I needed to think about it for a minute and I told him so. I leaned back in my chair and lit a Marlboro. I tried to imagine myself doing it, seeing someone over and over and wanting to meet them. There was no harm in it. And I guessed it was kind of sweet. I looked at Ethan. I could tell there was something more. Shit, this could get ugly. At least we’re outside so I could try to make a run for it if it’s really creepy. Of course, with these boots on, I won’t be able to go very fast. Let’s hear it. “Is there something else, Ethan?”

  “I saw your breasts—before today, I mean.” He looked even more guilty and apologetic than before.

  “You saw my breasts? What the hell are you talking about? When?”

  “Last year. I was watching the video surveillance, as I did during a lot of the concerts, and as I scanned the crowd, I saw you. I’d already seen you come through the gate and was pleasantly surprised that you weren’t with that same guy. Anyway, I stopped the camera on you and saw that you weren’t wearing a wedding ring anymore—not that I was happy you’d divorced or anything—but I was going to make sure I bumped into you. Then, well, you lifted your shirt. I’m not gonna lie, I watched it several times.” This time he had a guilty smile.

  “Well, well, well,” I said, shaking my head. “Looks like I’ve got a little peeping tom on my hands. I don’t know if I should turn you in or just spank you myself!” I was really laughing. I didn’t know why, exactly. I mean the guy had been spying on me for ten years. Isn’t that like stalking or something? But he remembered me from the first time he saw me, he knew I was married, he wanted to meet me, he witnessed me show my boobs, and here he was, admitting all this to me. Maybe I was crazy, he was surely crazy, but it was comical to me at the moment.

  “So tell me, peeper, aside from my tits, which are apparently worthy of playback, why did you want to meet me?” I had to know.

  “The first time I saw you, you were coming out of the little convenience store at the campground. You held the door open for an older gentleman and gave him a beaming smile. Then, as you almost skipped across the parking lot, you stopped and chatted with a woman walking her dog. The whole time you were petting the dog and laughing. Not only were you physically the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but you lit me up, and I knew you were just as beautiful on the inside. I thought to myself, ‘I’d love to meet a woman like that someday.’ Every time I saw you, you were the same and you lit up everyone around you. I finally knew what people meant when they said that someone had made them want to be a better person, because that’s exactly what you did to me.” He seemed totally sincere.

  Whoa! That was a lot to process. I remembered that day he first saw me. I actually remembered talking to the woman and the dog. It was a Saint Bernard, my favorite. I never saw myself like Ethan saw me. Who was this man? This was all very strange and a little overwhelming. I leaned back in my chair again. I didn’t want to, but I had to ask. “Is there anything else I should know?” I was praying that he’d say no.

  “Just one more thing.” Of course there was, because a man who felt this way about me had to be completely insane. Let’s have it, I was ready, so I looked at him. “I don’t just work here, it’s my place.” Holy shit!

  “This is your place?” I was twirling my finger in the air, as if to say all of this? He nodded.

  “I’m not rich or even close to it, though.” He looked worried.

  “I thought you were a bar back when I first met you and agreed to go on a date with you after having talked to you for a whole ten minutes. So do you really think I care how much money you have?” I was laughing; he looked relieved. Money had never been my thing. As long as I had enough after my bills were paid to have some fun, I was good.

  I reached over and took his hand. “Thank you for being honest with me. I know you’re crazy now, but I still want to go watch a concert with you.” I smiled at him.

  “Crazy for you,” he said and smiled back. “Let’s go. You owe me a date!”

  Chapter 2

  Ethan must’ve known my feet were hurting when he suggested we take the cart. He was so considerate. I was going to ha
ve to think of a way to thank him later.

  Ethan pulled up to the bottom of the stairs that led up to the VIP viewing area and let me off while he parked around the corner.

  As I was watching him walk back, Jason came up behind me, grabbed me, and kissed my cheek. “Hey, gorgeous!” He was obviously having a great time and smelled like he may have spilled a drink or two on himself.

  “Hey, Jason.” I still remembered the way he ditched me last night for someone he was “kind of with.”

  “You look sexy as hell! How about that dance you promised me?” He winked at me and held out his hand. I looked over my shoulder. Ethan was witnessing everything.

  “I’d love to, Jason, but I’m kind of with someone tonight. Maybe another time.” I turned and walked toward Ethan. He just smiled and held out his hand. I took it and up the stairs we went. When I looked back, Jason was standing there with this, ‘what the fuck just happened’ look on his face. I got the feeling he didn’t get turned down too often.

  “Friend of yours?” Ethan asked. I could swear I heard a little jealousy in his voice.

  “Sort of. He works in the same building and we’ve run into each other up here before.” I wasn’t going to add that I’d given him an unforgettable blow-job and then backed out when it came down to having intercourse.

  When we got to the top, Dana saw us and came running over. “Hey, sweetie! Hey, Ethan! I’m so glad you two are here together.” She was beaming. She led us back to our friends.

  Ethan took my arm. “Gia, I want you to meet my friends. This is Marcus, he runs the campground.”

  Oh, Marcus, the Penthouse Forum story kid. I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you,” he and I said simultaneously. He was young, blond, built, and seemed a little shy.

  “And this is Vince. He’s the entertainment manager here.” We shook hands.

  “Gia, it’s a pleasure,” Vince said. He was about my age. Tall, dark, handsome, mysterious looking, had a strong handshake, and looked me right in the eye. Kind of gave me the creeps.

  “Can I buy the girl with the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen a beer?” Ethan whispered in my ear. It gave me goose bumps.

  “The drinks up here are free, big spender, but I’d love one.” He smiled and headed to the bar with his buddies.

  Dana and the other girls came over to me. We were between bands, so now was a good time to chat.

  “Gia, how are you doing? Still feeling okay?” motherly Jo asked, referring to the drugging from Rick in the VIP bar.

  “Yes, I’m on top of the world, actually,” I said as I gave them what they wanted.

  “That’s awesome, Gia! He’s so fucking hot!” Brittany said, looking a little jealous. If she’d only known what had just happened in that office behind her she’d really be green. As I recalled how naughty it felt having Ethan between my legs, I had to shift my stance and swallow hard. Fuck, that was amazing.

  Dana was just standing there, smiling. “Someone looks a little smitten,” I said to her.

  “Trey is really great, you guys. I’m serious, I’m totally into him.” She looked like she was dreaming. I’d never seen her this way and I’d known her for a lot of years.

  “And let me guess, you’re hoping later he’ll be totally into you!” We all knew it was true.

  The guys got back with our drinks and we had a toast. “To new friends, good music, and wherever that may lead us tonight!” Marcus said. I guess he wasn’t as shy as I thought.

  “Cheers!” We all raised our drinks.

  We heard the announcer and turned our attention to the stage. Ethan was right behind me and had his arms around me, it felt really nice. I could feel his package against my backside and that felt really nice, too. “I’ll grab you a stool,” he said and took off before I could say anything.

  When he brought it back, I patted the seat. He smiled, sat, and slapped his thighs like he did in the Chevy last night. Yes! I spread his legs and hopped up between them. My skirt was too short to be up on his legs without giving everyone else a show, but this was comfy. He had his arms around me again and his head was on my shoulder. We were both watching the stage but I was having a hard time concentrating on anything but his breath on my neck. I turned my head and kissed him softly. We kept our eyes open. It felt breathtakingly sweet. I thought about what he’d said this morning, ‘We just need to take it slow and easy,’ this must be what that felt like. This must be what he wanted and needed. I didn’t see it giving me an orgasm or anything, but it made for good foreplay.

  I looked over at the girls. Dana and Trey were dancing slower than the beat of the music, like they were in their own little world. He was talking to her and she was gazing at him and smiling. Brittany and Marcus were dancing to the beat—pretty good, too—they were both laughing. Vince and Jo were sitting on bar stools and it looked like they were having a conversation that was way too serious for a rock concert. But their body language was good; she was leaning in to hear better and he looked very relaxed.

  The next song started and it was one of my favorites, so I jumped up to dance. Dana, Jo, and Brittany joined me and the guys headed for the bathroom and the bar. We were having a great time! We were in our element.

  ***

  Ethan

  The guys and I headed to the bar. “How’s it going with Dana?” I asked Trey.

  “Seriously, she’s very cool, not to mention a total knockout,” Trey said kind of quietly, like maybe he was trying to protect his reputation. “We’ve pretty much decided she’s staying at my place tonight. She’s an animal, I can tell.” He looked pumped about that. I had to laugh.

  “Good luck, buddy,” I told him. “Don’t get all tore up, you’ve got to work tomorrow.”

  “How about you guys—having fun with the girls?” I asked Vince and Marcus.

  Marcus just shook his head up and down emphatically while he was chewing something he had grabbed from the bar snacks.

  Vince said he was relaxing for the first time in weeks and I was glad for that. He worked really hard for me and this place.

  “Your girl—Gia, is it?” I nodded at Vince. “She looks like fun.” I didn’t like that comment and wasn’t sure what he’d meant by it.

  “Yes, she has a great sense of humor.” I wanted to pretend that was what he’d meant.

  Shelley was working the VIP bar. “Must be a special occasion or something. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you come up here, watch a concert, and have a beer.”

  “I never have, but there’s a first time for everything.” I was kinda short with her after finding out she’d been cheating on her boyfriend with me.

  “Maybe I could come over later,” she said. “Bob and I broke up.”

  “I’m on a date right now, Shelley, so I’ll just take the beers,” I said, irritated that she was trying to get laid while she was working. We were done and I wanted her to know it.

  “You’re on a date?” She sounded shocked. “You told me you didn’t date.” She put the beer up on the bar.

  “I didn’t until now.” I took the beer. She wasn’t lying. It was what I’d told her and every other girl I’d been with in the last ten years. I wanted them to know what they were getting into. I didn’t have the time or the money to date. I was lonely. I wanted companionship more than anything, but most of the time, it was just sex.

  When we got back, the girls were still going strong, so we sat back and relaxed. As I watched Gia I thought of all the times over the years I’d watched her. All the times I’d wished I was the one standing next to her. Then when those boots were over my shoulders and up against my face as I was giving her what she needed… I sure as hell didn’t mind doing it, in fact I loved every second of it. It felt really good to be in that spot, watching Hotness dance and laugh and have fun, knowing that we still had tomorrow to get to know each other better. I decided I was going to ask her to stay with me tonight. I’d love to hold her, kiss her, watch her sleep, and wake up next to her in the morning.

  Th
e band finished up and Trey and Dana took off immediately.

  “Gia.” I still loved saying her name. “I’d love it if you’d stay with me tonight. No expectations, just stay with me,” I whispered in her ear, knowing how much she liked that.

  “I think I’d love that, too,” she whispered back, then nibbled my earlobe softly. That was the second time she gave me the sweet softness tonight and it left me wanting more. It was unlike her usual aggressiveness. I liked her both ways, but the soft and sweet turned me on fast.

  Chapter 3

  Gia

  We gave Jo, Brittany, Vince, and Marcus a ride on the cart back to the gate. They were deciding whether to take the shuttle back to the motorhome or party at Vince’s. Ethan and I headed to his place.

  My butterflies were fluttering as I thought about what might happen when we got there. I didn’t even know what I wanted to happen. My mind was in a different place than it had been before Ethan found out how many licks it took to get to the center of a Gia pop. I was more relaxed, more open to him. That scared me a little, but it was a nice feeling and one I wasn’t used to.

  “Are you hungry?” Ethan asked as he opened the door to his place.

  “Yes, actually. And thirsty, too. Can I grab a bottle of water?” I asked him as I unzipped my boots. “Ahhh,” I sighed when I pulled them off.

  “I got it,” he said. He grabbed two out of the fridge and then watched me.

  He smiled. “Ya know, you’d be just as sexy in comfortable shoes as you are in heels.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said as I took my water from him and gave him a quick kiss. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Now what do you want to eat?”

  “Do you have any pizza?” I asked, knowing his fridge was full of healthy stuff, so I was pretty sure he didn’t.