Page 13 of In Hot Water (The Hot Brothers #3)
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DAWSON
I wake in the dark with the kind of erection that could break concrete, and immediately realize I’ve been sandwiched between Isla and a twenty-pound slab of judgmental cat sprawled dead center on my chest. The room is pitch black except for the faint blue sliver leaking under the bedroom door.
I try to shift, but Oreo’s deadweight pins me like a furry barbell, his front paws kneading my pec.
I glance down. Isla’s face is about an inch from mine, mouth open in a perfect “o,” her breath hot against my jaw.
She’s curled in so close that her bare thigh is draped over my hip, and every subtle move I make just wedges her tighter into me.
I want to touch her, kiss her, do a dozen absolutely filthy things to her, but the combination of cat and inertia makes it a logistical nightmare.
On the other side of the bed, Alfred snuffles and snorts in a bed hogging coma, legs twitching as he chases something in his sleep. There’s no way in hell I’m getting out from under this pile without waking the whole menagerie.
I try again, this time slipping a hand under Oreo’s belly.
The cat is a stubborn bastard, but with careful leverage, I manage to roll him up and over, off my ribs and onto the empty expanse of pillow above Isla’s head.
Oreo flops, huffs, and immediately begins purring, his murder mittens digging a new groove into the comforter. Crisis one, averted.
I’m still hard as steel, my dick tenting the sheet, so obviously I half expect it to have its own shadow on the wall. Isla stirs, her eyelids flickering but not opening, and she mumbles something into my shoulder. I can’t make it out, but the sound alone nearly pushes me over the edge.
I reach over and scoop up Alfred, who is all dead weight in my arms. He twitches awake, licks my wrist with his sandpaper tongue, and promptly falls asleep again as I gently deposit him onto his donut bed in the corner. He lets out a long grumble and begins snoring before I’m even back in bed.
Now it’s just us, the silence, and the air thick with heat.
I slide closer to Isla, tuck a hand under the curve of her waist, and press my lips to the warm, sleep-soft skin at the nape of her neck.
She stirs, shivering, her whole body arching back into me, and I feel my cock wedge perfectly into the valley between her thighs.
Holy fuck, she’s a goddamn masterpiece sprawled out in the bed, her body a sin I’d happily confess to over and over again.
Her messy hair is a halo of chaos, her skin still warm from sleep, smelling like vanilla mixed with her own delicate scent.
It’s an intoxicating mix, and I’m already hard as a fucking rock just breathing her in.
My fingers glide down her arm, tracing every freckle like I’m charting constellations on her flesh.
Her back presses against my chest, and I bury my nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent until my dick throbs so hard it’s practically begging for release.
She lets out this soft, low moan as her hand reaches back and grabs my hip.
The way she wiggles her ass against me is definitely intentional.
I groan, the sound vibrating against her shoulder blade, and my hands start wandering like I’m on a goddamn scavenger hunt for her sweetest spots.
My fingers slide over the curve of her hip, dip lower, and fuck me, she’s already wet. Slick, hot, and ready for me.
“Not morning yet,” she mumbles, but there’s a smirk in her voice, and her pulse is racing like she’s already fucking planning round two.
“I couldn’t wait,” I growl, my fingers sliding deeper between her thighs, teasing her dripping slit. She lets out this half-laugh, half-gasp that drives me wild, and I’m already picturing her on top of me, riding me like she owns me.
Then she twists in my grip, rolling to face me, her eyes heavy but burning with this feral, midnight hunger that makes my cock twitch.
Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me into a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and fucking fire.
She tastes like sin and mint, and I’m addicted.
“You’re insatiable,” she says, but she’s grinding against my hand, her hips moving like she’s begging for more.
“And you’re fucking irresistible,” I growl, slipping two fingers inside her tight, wet heat.
She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I can feel her walls clenching around me like she’s trying to milk every last drop of self-control out of me.
“You wanna ride me, baby?” I whisper against her lips, my voice rough with need.
She doesn’t answer—she just smirks and climbs on top of me, straddling my hips like she’s about to fucking own me.
Her hands grip my shoulders, and she lowers herself onto my aching cock, inch by fucking inch, until I’m buried to the hilt.
She’s so tight, so goddamn perfect, and I swear I’m already on the edge just from the way her perfect pussy is squeezing me.
She starts moving, her hips rocking in this slow, teasing rhythm that drives me fucking insane.
Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I can’t resist grabbing them, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she’s moaning my name.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I groan, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, guiding her movements as she rides me harder, faster. Her nails rake down my chest, and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have marks later, but I don’t give a fuck. She’s worth every scratch, every bite, every goddamn bruise.
Her head falls back, her hair cascading down her shoulders, and she’s fucking glowing in the dim light of dawn. “I’m close,” she moans, her voice shaky with pleasure, and I feel her walls clench tightly around my cock.
I press my thumb against her clit, whispering, “Come for me, baby.”
I thrust upward to meet her every move. Her eyes snap open, locking with mine, and she lets out this guttural scream as she shatters around me. Her orgasm triggers mine. As I come, I fill her up, branding her as mine.
She collapses onto my chest, her breathing ragged, and I’m pretty sure I just died and went to fucking heaven. “You’re gonna kill me,” she mutters, but there’s a smile in her voice, and I can already feel her body stirring against mine, ready for round two.
“Can’t help it,” I say, voice rough. “You turn me into an animal.”
She laughs, bright and a little wicked, and for a second, we’re both just suspended there, tangled in each other.
Outside, the world is silent. Inside, all that matters is the heat between us, the promise of another hour before the sun rises and the rest of the world catches up.
The steam rises around us, thick and fucking suffocating, but I don’t give a shit because Isla’s body is pressed against mine, slick and glistening under the hot spray.
She steps in behind me, her tits brushing against my back, and I can feel her nipples stiffen against my skin.
Her hands slide down my sides, nails digging in just enough to make me groan, and fuck, I’m already hard as a goddamn rock.
“Thought we could conserve water,” she purrs, her voice dripping with that sass I can’t get enough of. She’s got this fucking smirk on her face, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and Christ, she’s not wrong.
I don’t waste a second. My hands grab her hips, pulling her closer until there’s no space between us.
Her skin is slippery and warm, and I can feel every fucking curve of her body pressing into mine.
My cock throbs against her stomach, and she lets out this little gasp that goes straight to my dick.
“I’m all for conservation,” I growl, my voice rough as I lean down to capture her lips. She kisses me back like she’s been starving for it, her tongue slipping into my mouth, hot and wet and fucking perfect. My hands slide down to grab her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her moan into my mouth.
I drop to my knees in the shower, the water cascading over us as I spread her legs apart. Her pussy is right there, glistening and pink, and I can already smell her, sweet and fucking irresistible. I grip her thighs, pulling her closer, and bury my face between her legs.
She tastes like heaven, like fucking sin, and I can’t get enough.
My tongue flicks over her clit, slow and deliberate, and she lets out this whimper that makes my cock twitch.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit that spot that makes her buck against my mouth.
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling hard enough to make me groan against her pussy.
“Right there,” she gasps, grinding against my face like she can’t get enough. Her thighs tremble around my head, and I know she’s close. I lick faster, sucking her clit into my mouth as my fingers pump in and out of her, and she comes with a fucking scream that echoes off the shower tiles.
I don’t give her a second to recover. I’m on my feet in an instant, pinning her against the wall.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I line myself up, pressing the tip of my cock against her soaked entrance.
She’s still trembling from her orgasm, but she’s looking at me like she wants more, and I’m happy to oblige.
I slam into her, hard and deep, and she lets out a whimpering moan that goes straight to my dick. Her pussy is tight and hot, squeezing me like a fucking vice, and I can’t stop myself from thrusting harder, faster. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks I know I’ll fucking love later.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan, my voice ragged as I pound into her. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I lean down to suck one into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her gasp. She’s babbling nonsense, her hips rocking against mine, and I know she’s close again.
I reach between us, rubbing her clit as I fuck her, and she comes apart around me, her pussy clamping down like she’s trying to milk every fucking drop out of me. I’m not far behind, slamming into her one last time before I’m spilling myself inside her, my body trembling with the force of it.
We stay like that for a moment, panting and soaked, and then she looks up at me with that fucking smirk again. “We probably didn’t conserve much water,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh as I pull her in for another kiss.
Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me. What a way to goddamn go.