Page 15 of In Hot Water (The Hot Brothers #3)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ISLA

After brunch, Dawson and I head back to the apartment, the air between us thick with unspoken tension. He’s got this way of looking at me, like he’s already imagining me spread out naked, begging for him. Spoiler alert: he’s not wrong.

He throws a load of laundry into the washing machine, and the sound of the machine humming fills the small apartment.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to focus on making a grocery list, but my mind keeps wandering to the way his jeans hug his thick thighs and the way his shirt clings to his muscular chest. God, he’s built like a damn Greek god, and he’s all freaking mine.

Electricity zips down my spine as he walks up behind me, and his big hands slide around my waist, pulling me back against him.

I can feel every inch of his hard cock pressing into my ass, and I swear, my knees almost give out.

His breath is hot against my neck as he murmurs, “It’s been too long since I touched you. ”

“It’s been forever,” I agree, because it’s been like a whole four hours. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me whole and I feel my insides turning to goo.

He turns me around so fast my head spins. His hands cup my ass, drawing me close before moving up to palm my tits. “I’ve been thinking about bending you over this fucking couch since we walked in.”

“Then do it,” I breathe. The words are barely out of my mouth before he practically drags me to the couch, his mouth crashing down on mine.

His tongue is demanding, like he’s trying to claim every inch of me, and I’m more than happy to let him.

I’m panting by the time he pulls away, my lips swollen and wet.

“On your knees,” he orders, and there’s no way I’m going to argue with that tone.

I drop to my knees in front of the couch, my hands shaking as I reach for his belt.

He’s already hard, his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans, and when I finally free it, I swear my mouth waters.

He’s fucking massive, thick and heavy in my hand, and the way he groans when I wrap my lips around him? I’m done.

I don’t waste time teasing. I take him deep, my throat relaxing around him as I bob my head. His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me, and every moan that falls from his lips only makes me wetter.

“Jesus Christ,” he growls, his voice thick and rough, like gravel dragged through honey.

His hand snakes into my hair, fucking yanking me off his cock like he’s got no patience left in him.

My lips are slick, swollen, and my jaw aches from the way I’ve been sucking him off, but fuck, I’d do it all over again just to hear him sound like he’s about to lose his mind.

“You’re too good at that, baby,” he rasps, his eyes dark, hungry, and fucking dangerous.

“But I need your tight little pussy wrapped around me. Now.”

Before I can even think about protesting, his hands are on me, flipping me onto my back like I’m weightless.

The couch cushions sink under my ass, and my legs are already spread wide, aching for him.

His mouth crashes onto me before I can even catch my breath, his tongue devouring me like he’s starving.

It’s hot, wet, and relentless, licking and teasing until I’m squirming beneath him, my hips bucking, my fingers clawing at the cushions.

“Dawson,” I moan, his name dripping off my lips. “Please.”

He doesn’t waste a second. He’s on top of me in an instant, his cock hard and throbbing against my slick entrance.

The tip drags through my wetness, teasing me, making me whimper.

His eyes lock on mine, and I know he can see every filthy thought in my head.

He pushes inside, slow, deliberate, and I can feel every inch of him stretching me open, filling me up in a way that makes my toes curl and my breath hitch.

“Harder,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Make me feel good.”

He doesn’t stop. He thrusts deeper, harder, his cock hitting the sweet spot deep inside me that makes me see stars.

His hips grind against mine, his rhythm steady, punishing, relentless.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with my whimpers and his growls.

His hands grip my hips, pulling me onto him with every thrust, fucking me so deep I can feel him in my throat.

“You’re so tight,” he groans, his voice rough, raw, and fucking wrecked.

“So fucking perfect for me. Take every inch.”

I do. I take it all, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

His cock pistons in and out of me, the stretch unbearable and perfect at the same time.

My pussy clenches around him, squeezing him so tight I can feel him throbbing inside me.

“Dawson,” I moan again, his name a mantra on my lips.

“Right there. Just like that. Don’t stop. ”

He doesn’t. His thrusts get harder, faster, his hips slamming into mine with a frantic rhythm. His hands grip my ass, pulling me onto him with every thrust. “You’re mine,” he growls, his voice low and possessive. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp, my body trembling, my pussy clenching around him. “Fuck, Dawson, I’m yours.”

His mouth crashes onto mine, swallowing my moans as he fucks me until I’m fucking unraveling beneath him.

My orgasm hits me like a freight train, tearing through me with a force that leaves me shaking, screaming, wrecked.

He grunts, his hips jerking as he spills inside me, his cock throbbing, pulsing, filling me up.

He collapses on top of me, his chest heaving, his breath hot against my neck. “Fuck,” he murmurs, his voice rough, wrecked, and fucking perfect. “You’re mine.” His possessive words are like a brand, scorching me from the inside out.

“All yours," I whimper, my voice trembling, my thighs still quivering around his hips as he slowly pulls his thick cock out of my dripping pussy. The sensation is torture. Every inch of him drags against my sensitive walls, stretching me deliciously until I’m clenching around nothing, aching for him to fill me again.

He doesn’t waste a second. His hands grip my hips, calloused fingers digging into my flesh as he spreads my legs wide again.

His cock is still slick with my juices, glistening in the sunlight, hard and throbbing like he’s ready to go another round.

His blue eyes burn with a hunger that makes my stomach twist in the best damn way.

“You have to marry me,” he growls, his voice low and commanding, leaving no room for argument.

I blink several times, wondering if I heard him correctly.

Before I can even process what he’s saying, he hops to his feet, his naked body a fucking masterpiece of lean muscle and raw power.

I watch, panting, as he strides to the bedroom, his ass flexing with every step. My mouth waters just looking at him.

He’s back in seconds, a velvet box in his hand. He drops to one knee beside the sofa, his cock still standing at attention, thick and needy. He flips the box open, revealing a glittering ring that sparkles in the afternoon light. “Say you’ll marry me,” he stares into my eyes.

There’s no way I’d say no. I love him with every ounce of my soul.

“Yes,” I breathe, my voice shaky as he slides the ring onto my finger.

The cool metal feels foreign against my skin, but I barely have time to process it before he’s pushing me back onto the sofa, spreading my legs wider than before.

His cock slides back into me in one smooth, brutal thrust, filling me so completely I nearly scream.

“Mine,” he growls, his lips crashing against mine as he begins to fuck me with a possessive rhythm that has me clawing at his back.

His hips snap against mine, his cock hitting every fucking sensitive spot inside me until I’m a writhing, moaning mess.

The sofa groans under the force of his thrusts, and I can feel the wetness pooling beneath me, my pussy clenching around him like it never wants to let go. His breath is ragged in my ear, his voice thick with need as he murmurs filthy promises against my skin.

“You’re mine forever,” he growls, his cock plunging deeper, harder, until I’m screaming his name, my nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his shoulders.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, just fucks me like he’s claiming me all over again, his ring glinting on my finger as I cling to him, every nerve in my body on fire.

And when he finally spills inside me, hot and thick, I swear I feel the connection deep in my soul. He collapses on top of me, his chest heaving, his cock still twitching inside me as he whispers, “Mine,” one last time.

“Yours,” I agree, happier than I’ve ever been in my life.