Page 9 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation (Fallen Lords MC & Devil’s Knights MC Crossover)

Alice

The water was warm as I drifted near the edge of the pool, with my arms stretched out along the pink tile like I was melting into it. It was early, 6 a.m. to be exact, and the only sound in the world was the soft splash of Wrecker cutting through the water ten feet away.

He was swimming laps, steady and smooth, slicing through the pool with the kind of power that made me forget how to breathe.

The sunrise cast a golden shimmer across the surface, and every time he surfaced, droplets of water streamed down his shoulders and chest like some kind of steamy magazine ad come to life.

That man.

My man.

He looked just like heaven. The hard lines of his jaw, the thick, muscled arms, and that deep V at his hips that made smart women go stupid. All of it was on full display this morning.

And I was eating it up like dessert.

He came up for air and slicked his wet hair back with one hand before rolling his head toward me.

“Don’t look at me like that, babe,”

he warned.

I licked my lips slowly.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re contemplating having a fourth baby with me.”

I laughed, low and wicked.

“Well, I’m way past having a fourth baby, but I wouldn’t mind doing a little practice with you.”

He let out a rumbling growl of a laugh and began swimming toward me. His strokes were long and effortless, like he was made to move through water.

When he reached me, his hands went straight to my waist, and he pulled me into his chest, pinning me gently to the edge of the pool. We were in about four feet of water, and the way he was holding me made it feel like we were weightless.

“Hi,”

I breathed.

“Hi,”

he echoed, and then he kissed me.

It was slow at first, a press of lips that sent a warm rush down my spine. But then it deepened. His tongue swept against mine, and I moaned, gripping his shoulders as he pressed harder into me. One of his hands slid down to my ass, kneading through the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms, pulling me closer.

“We might need to take this back to the room,”

I gasped as he kissed down my jaw and along my neck.

He looked around. The courtyard was silent. Not even a bird had the decency to be up yet.

“Or we might not have to,”

he murmured.

I followed his gaze to the flamingo-themed swim-up bar at the far end of the pool. A pink awning arched overhead like a cotton candy cloud, and the whole bar looked like it had been plucked from a tiki lounge and dipped in Pepto-Bismol. The back wall of the bar blocked it off entirely from the view of the motel rooms.

Wrecker started to swim, pulling me behind him.

I giggled.

“Are we about to have sex in the flamingo swim-up bar?”

He glanced over his shoulder, his grin dangerous.

“Yeah, that’s the fucking plan, babe.”

When we reached the bar, he helped lift me up onto the smooth counter. The surface was still cool from the night air, and I shivered a little until his hands gripped my knees and parted them.

I was in a two-piece black bikini with a halter top and cheeky bottoms, and the look in his eyes made my skin ignite.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my stomach, then down lower.

When he slid my bottoms off, I felt the early morning breeze brush across my bare skin, and I bit my lip.

His fingers traced over my folds, slow and teasing.

“Already wet for me, babe,”

he murmured, his thumb circling my clit.

“We’re in a pool,”

I whispered.

He pushed two fingers inside me, and I arched, grabbing the edge of the bar behind me as pleasure rippled through me.

“That’s it,”

he growled, working me with his hand, his thumb never leaving that perfect spot.

I moaned his name, my thighs trembled, and my hips rolled against his hand.

“Wrecker...”

“Come for me, Alice.”

And I did.

Hard.

My cry echoed softly through the early morning, and he caught my mouth in his, swallowing the sound as I shook with the force of it.

When I opened my eyes, he was already dropping his swim trunks. His cock was hard and heavy, and I reached for him without hesitation.

I wrapped my hand around him, stroking from base to tip, and watched his jaw clench as he groaned.

“Fuck, Alice.”

He stepped between my legs, gripped my hips, and lifted me off the bar like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles at the base of his back.

He thrust into me in one smooth motion.

I gasped. My head fell back, and my hands tangled in his wet hair.

“You feel so damn good,”

he groaned.

He began to move. Slow at first, rocking into me as he held me against him. The water lapped softly around us, and the sun was just starting to peek over the motel roof.

His mouth was on my throat, biting, sucking, and driving me wild. I clung to him, moved with him, and chased every stroke.

“Faster,” I begged.

He obeyed.

Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and my body tightened with each one.

“God, Wrecker... I’m close again.”

“Let go, babe. I’ve got you.”

And I did.

I shuddered around him and cried out his name as he held me through it.

Two more thrusts, and he came too, groaning into my neck as he buried himself deep inside me.

We stayed like that for a long moment—tangled together and hearts pounding.

When he finally lifted his head, he was grinning.

“Best morning swim of my life.”

I kissed him softly.

“Same. Maybe we should get a pool.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“You’re crazy, babe.”

We stayed wrapped around each other with the pink glow of the swim-up bar hiding us from the world.

It was perfect.