Pendelton Manor by B. J. Wane Page B

steep her in pleasure so intense she gave no thought to anything except losing herself in it for those few blissful moments.
    Ten minutes later, Sophie was standing under the hot spray of her shower, her mind disbelieving of her actions, her body still trembling from the most powerful orgasm she had ever achieved. She could still feel Adrian’s fingers inside her, so much bigger and harder than her own, stretching her and filling her more than the cocks of her previous lovers. Was it just his size that had made her climax so intense or was it watching Nora and Rachel as their bodies writhed together or the new ‘naked outdoors’ experience? Was it the combination of Adrian’s hard body cradling hers, his hard cock pressing suggestively against her ass, his hard fingers filling her that made her orgasm off the charts from anything she had experienced before or a combination of all three? She didn’t know, but if she was honest with herself, she’d admit it didn’t matter. For a brief time this afternoon, she had actually found life enjoyable, had shoved her sorrow aside long enough to enjoy her playtime with Nora and Rachel and the sex with Adrian, so much so it was worth the embarrassment she knew she was going to feel when she saw any of them again.
    She didn’t remember feeling any embarrassment when her body exploded against his, but when her fuzzy mind had cleared and her senses calmed somewhat, mortification hadn’t wasted any time taking over. Mumbling excuses, she had zipped up her shorts, held her shirt against her breasts and all but ran back inside and up to her room without looking back. Her body had chilled by the time she got under the heated water of her shower, but her pussy still pulsed with pleasure, her nipples still tingled from the pinch of his fingers, making it difficult for her to regret her actions. The difficult part would be facing her boss again. Vowing to put off doing just that for as long as possible, she stayed in the shower until the hot water ran as low as her raging libido.
    It was after ten and the house was quiet before Sophie got brave enough to return her dinner plate to the kitchen. After her shower, she had seen Adrian walk down to the beach with both Nora and Rachel and had quickly ran downstairs, grabbed the fixings for a sandwich and returned to her room. Deeming it was safe enough to venture downstairs without running into anyone, she chided herself for being so cowardly. Fantasizing about someday being confident enough to be open and at ease around the members of this house and their sexual activities, she padded downstairs, her fantasy coming to an abrupt halt when she reached the bottom and saw the light coming from under the closed door to Adrian’s office and heard angry voices within.
    Moving quickly, she rinsed her dishes, put them in the dishwasher and had just turned out the light and was heading out of the kitchen when she heard Adrian’s office door opening, allowing their angry voices to carry easily.
    “Fuck you, Adrian,” Adam snarled angrily. “How many times do I have to tell you I wasn’t the one Nicole was sleeping with? Neither Ash nor I, or even James would betray you, and you damn well know it.”
    “I’ll tell you what I know, Adam,” Adrian returned in a cold, controlled voice. “Nicole’s death was no accident. Whoever her lover was met her on that cliff and had a hand in her going over.”
    “Well it wasn’t one of us. I’m sorry she betrayed you, but quit taking out your suspicions and hurt on those who care about you before you drive an irreversible wedge between all of us.”
    “I know it wasn’t James, he was with Rachel that night and is the only one of you three that doesn’t have a motive.”
    The pregnant silence that followed that statement made Sophie nervous as she stood rooted in the dark waiting for them to move on. The pain she heard in Adrian’s cold, impersonal voice told her he didn’t want to believe it was one of