Page 29 of All Your Lies (All or Nothing #2)

With trepidation, she looks around at the dark water that appears to have endless depths despite me standing chest deep. “I’m—”

“Scared?” I supply. “The only thing that’ll bite you in here is me.”

Her gaze shifts to the side, where a captivating thunderstorm simulation plays on a large screen, creating a hypnotic experience with mist swirling from the ceiling and a gentle fog rising from the pool’s surface.

She stands there, the vibrant red of the bikini contrasting against her fair skin. The reality of seeing her in this far exceeded the limits of my imagination.

I wade toward her in the water, causing her to move forward.

“Okay, okay, I’m getting in.” She takes tentative steps. “Oh, it feels good in here.”

As I watch her walk around in the water, I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation. Her lips curve into a gentle smile, radiating warmth. Her hair, once sleek and smooth, now clings to her wet body and has a slight wave as the mist comes down around her.

I want to rush her, grab her, and have my way with her. However, my refined side yearns to witness her sheer enjoyment.

As I constructed the club, I knew this feature had to be incorporated.

Whenever it rained, no matter what she was doing or wherever she was, Alexa would pause, tilt her face to the sky, and embrace the droplets with a smile on her lips and arms outstretched.

When I was lonely and sad, that memory echoed through me, and I longed to relive it.

Facing away from me, she stretches her arms outward while her palms hover just above the water’s surface.

She turns toward me, her smile lighting up the dark room and etching itself into my memory. “This is amazing, and probably my favorite part of the club.”

“It’s one of mine too.”

“And what about the others?” she asks before shaking her head. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

“Your jealousy is adorable but unnecessary. As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve only been with you.”

“You were away for a long time. It’s hard to believe you’d wait all this time for me.”

I exhale and take in the surroundings of the dark water. “Thoughts of you and revenge consumed my mind while I was in there. Then, I was free, and you were still all I could imagine. I’ve always wanted you so fucking bad, and that will never change.”

“And now we’re here.”

“We are,” I say as I approach her.

To create distance, she takes a few steps back. “Down, boy.”

“What?”

“You know what. I know what that look means.”

“What does it mean?” I question with a smirk as I continue to stalk toward her.

Water sloshing against my chest grows louder as I quicken my pace.

She swiftly turns and places her arms in front of her as she dives beneath the water’s surface.

Right before she fades into the inky blackness of the water, I hastily follow her and seize her ankle before tugging her back toward me.

As she reaches the surface, she sputters, expelling water from her mouth, and wipes away the wetness on her face.

“You dick! I could have drowned,” she says as she tries to get out of my arms.

“You were on the swim team for a decade. Stop with the dramatics.”

“Ugh, you drive me crazy.”

“Ditto, baby,” I whisper in her ear, eliciting a shudder from her.

I tighten my grip on her while my tongue traces a path from her collarbone to her ear.

I savor the taste of her skin and the sensation of goose bumps that have risen.

Her breath hitches, and a moan escapes as I suck on her skin harder.

She reaches her hand behind her and grabs my head as an anchor.

My lips continue their exploration, tracing a path of suction and tender kisses down her neck until I spin her around.

She gazes up at me. Her baby-blue eyes shimmer with curiosity and longing, creating an inferno under my skin. I reach out, and my hands find their way into her hair, tugging tightly as our lips collide in a fiery, intense kiss. As I lift her, her moans mingle with mine, filling the surrounding air.

My cock sits perfectly against her center and is barely held back by my thin swim shorts and the small triangle of material she wears.

I intensify the grinding against her center, eliciting another passionate moan that mingles with our kiss.

She breaks the kiss and fixes her gaze on me, searching for something in my eyes.

“I’m not ready for that,” she whispers.

“That’s fine. We don’t have to do that.”

She might not be ready for sex, but I can provide her with pleasure and make her feel special in numerous other ways.

With her forehead pressed against mine, I guide us to the edge of the pool.

Her back collides with the tiled wall with a small thud as her hands tangle in my hair.

She grabs the longer strands on top and gives them a firm tug.

The pain sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I suck on her bottom lip as I reach into the water and pull the string on her bikini bottom and then the other side before ripping it from between her legs.

“Wait,” she says as she pulls back.

As I tug my swim shorts down, I firmly grab the back of her head, redirecting her focus to my eyes rather than my movements. “I got you. I always got you.”

I push my hard cock against her soft folds, ensuring my cock rubs her clit with each thrust. Her body trembles and quivers against mine as I move up and down.

Her nails dig into my back as I pick up the pace.

The once peaceful water now crashes against us, causing the perfect storm to accompany the thunder and lightning of the projected image on the walls.

As our breaths quicken as a tingling sensation surges through my body.

“Oh, Gage,” she says breathlessly. I maintain my steady pace but almost falter at finally hearing her moan my name.

The fake storm and mist fade into oblivion as she unravels in my arms. Her trembling body, filled with ecstasy, pushes me to surrender to the powerful force of my orgasm, which consumes me.

As I catch my breath, I lean against her, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest.

“That—”

“Don’t. Not right now,” I whisper against her neck. I’m worried she’s going to call what just transpired between us a mistake when it was the exact opposite. It was perfection.

I pull away and tug my shorts back up before reaching over her head and grabbing her discarded bottoms and handing them to her. She looks anywhere but at me as she puts them on.

“What was college like?” I ask to make things less tense.

“Why?” She frowns.

“I never got to experience it, so I’m curious.”

A pained expression crosses her face before it softens.

“Right, I’m sorry,” she murmurs as she pushes away from the wall and glides in the surrounding water.

“I liked it for what it was. I was able to play make-believe and feel freedom as I’ve never felt before.

Then everything got shitty. The freedom I once felt turned into more of a prison sentence.

” She winces over at me. “Sorry, not the right choice of words.”

“It’s okay.”

“It all just became so disappointing. Marco had a lot to do with that. And I think—no, I know, if you would have been there with us, the outcome would have been different.”

“How so?”

“You were always the protector, the listener, the fixer. Rosie might not have left if you had been there. Although I’m happy she found love in the chaos,” she says with a smile. “I never thanked you for that.”

“You just did.”

“What’s the first thing you did when you got out?” she asks as she flips to her back and lets the water take her.

My smile broadens as I observe her. “You really want to know?”

“Now I’m not so sure.”

“After having the best lobster of my life, I snuck into your room while you were sleeping.”

Her eyes narrow at me as she stops floating. “I’d say I’m surprised, but I’m not. You’re lucky my dad didn’t kill you.”

“I couldn’t resist, especially since both he and your mom were conveniently out of town.”

“And what did you do?”

“I sat and watched you for hours.”

“You should have woken me up.”

“Believe me, I thought about it,” I say with a smirk.

As I sat at the foot of her bed in her parents’ house, I fantasized about tying her up, spanking her, and fucking her senseless.

I didn’t dare touch her that first night I snuck in.

My patience was thin, and I knew one touch would’ve fucked all my planning to hell.

“There’s that look again,” she says, stepping back.

A laugh escapes me unexpectedly, and it sounds like it’s from a different life, my old life. I miss this. I miss us.

She yawns, and I know she’s done for the night.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“My bed.”

“Sounds good to me.” I grin.

“Alone.”

My smile vanishes.

“You can’t hide from me forever.”