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THéO

“This is going to be so nice.” Lacey dips a hand into the water. “Hot.”

“That’s the idea.” I clear my scratchy throat.

The hot tub is built in, with two steps up to it. Lacey climbs them, giving me a stellar view of her ass, barely covered by the scrap of red Lycra, then lowers herself into the water and wades into a corner. She lets out a long sigh as she sinks into a seat. “Lovely.”

I leap in and submerge myself to hide the wood I’m suddenly sporting. The hot water closes around me. I’m in the opposite corner to Lacey, nowhere near enough to touch her. Except our feet. My toes brush hers when I stretch my legs out.

She leans her head back and closes her eyes. “Oh my God, this is wonderful.”

“It’s pretty nice.”

“I can just feel the tension melting out of me.”

“Yeah. Wait. What tension? We had fun today.”

“Oh, you know. Just normal stuff.”

“Like what?”

She sighs. “I’m still worried about Chris.”

“Have you heard any more from him?”

“I texted him yesterday, and he did reply and said he’s fine. I think he’s mad at me.”

“He has no fucking right to be mad at you.”

One corner of her mouth kicks up. “I know.”

“When we left Vegas, you were pissed at him for trying to pimp you out and disappearing, and you were strong enough to cut him loose to stand on his own two feet.”

“Yeah. But I still worry about him.”

I wade through the water over to crouch in front of her. I take her hands and squeeze them. “You’re being the strong one, you know. You’re doing the right thing.”

“As long as he doesn’t end up dead.”

Ugh. That is a concern. I wish I could fix things for her. “He won’t. And I for one am glad you’re here, and safe.”

She leans forward and plants a kiss on my mouth. My body zooms to attention, going still other than my dick which swells and twitches. It’s a chaste, closed-mouth kiss that lasts a few seconds, then she draws back and says, “Thank you.”

I stare at her, my body tingling, blood rushing hot through my veins. Her expression changes, her eyes darkening, her lips parting. I study that mouth. I want to feel it on mine again. I want to taste her. I want her warm wet curves pressed up against me, especially one part of me that’s throbbing with need.

“Théo ...”

I shift closer, sloshing water, to find her waist. I clasp my hands on her and her knees part to let me closer. I’m weirdly weightless in the water. She sets her hands on my shoulders.

“Kiss me again,” I quietly order.

Her eyelids drift down and she leans forward. Our mouths come together in another kiss, this one gentler, our lips clinging, until I open mine on hers, coaxing her to open to me too. I lick inside, tasting her sweetness, swallowing her soft moan.

Her fingers tighten on my shoulders and I break the kiss to tilt my head and go in deeper. I ease her forward on the seat of the tub until I’m wedged between her thighs and my aching cock is pressed against her soft pussy.

“Oh.” She breathes against my mouth and then she slides closer still, winding her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest, hooking her heels behind my back.

Christ.

My hands wander over her, up and down her sides, around to her ass and I pull her even tighter against me, thrusting my hips a little. She makes a needy sound in her throat. The glowing water bubbles and swirls around us. My blood is swirling and rushing through my veins too, straight to my cock, which is so goddamn hard it hurts.

I move my mouth off hers and drag it over her jaw and her head falls back as I kiss her neck, then her throat. Those sweet tits are right in front of me, barely covered by the bikini top.

“We’re not supposed to be doing this,” she murmurs as I lick the hollow of her throat. “You said ...”

I sigh. “Yeah. I did.”

She lifts her head and focuses lust-hazed eyes on me. “Do you want to stop?”

“Christ, no.”

“Me either.”

“Then let’s not.” I kiss her again, deep consuming kisses that she responds to with clutching hands and needy sounds.

Lust punches through my stomach, every nerve ending in my body on fire. My cock is a throbbing spike.

When we pull apart, nearly gasping for breath, our eyes meet. It’s like a spell, holding us in place. My heart pounds.

Lacey lifts her hands to behind her neck and unties her bathing suit top.

My breath stalls in my chest, my lungs deflating.

Inch by inch, she lowers the top, revealing perfect, firm round breasts tipped with the most erotic nipples I’ve ever seen, perfect hard little nubs.

“Jesus,” I rasp. “You’re beautiful.”

She gives me a shy smile and I reach for her, cupping the resilient flesh, squeezing gently, the feel of her in my palms making me ecstatic. Blissful. I catch her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and squeeze, tugging them out.

She whimpers.

I watch as I play there, pinching and pulling, her nipples going a gorgeous deep rose. Her eyelids droop and her breath is choppy. Her arms go lax in the water and she whispers, “Oh God, that feels good.”

Yeah, it sure as hell does. Electricity pours into my body, zapping and jolting me, my need for her burning inside me.

I reach around behind her and undo the back of the bikini, then toss it over the side of the hot tub. “Nobody can see us up here.”

“I don’t know.” Her eyes flicker toward the glass panels at the front of the deck, facing the ocean.

It’s all dark out there, and we’re on the second story. I shake my head. “No.”

“Okay.”

I grasp her waist and lift her. She lets out a little shriek, grabbing my arms. I plant her butt on the side of the hot tub and hook my fingers into the bikini bottoms to drag them off.

“Pretty sure Bobby intended this tub to be used in the nude.”

“You think?” Her slow smiles sets my groin on fire.

“Yeah.” And I tug the laces of my board shorts to loosen them and shove them down over my hips. They float away in the bubbling water.

Lacey’s gaze drops to my dick, which expands even more. “Oh. That’s nice.”

“Yeah?” I give my shaft a firm tug.

“Yeah.” Her tongue slides along her bottom lip.

I move closer, sloshing water, parting her thighs. Then I glance over where I left my towel. “Hang on.” I wade over to grab it, fold it into a thick pad and set it beside her, then lift her onto it. The wall of the house is only a foot or so away and I ease her back to lean against the smooth cement. Then I lay my hands on her inner thighs again and press them open.

I drink in the sight of her beauty—perfect feminine bliss, plump, smooth flesh with a neat patch of light brown hair above it. “Gorgeous.”

“Th-thank you.” She’s flushed everywhere now, her chest, her throat, her face. Her eyes glitter and she reaches out a hand to touch my chest.

“Are you okay there? Is that towel enough padding?”

“I’m okay.” Her voice is breathy. “Are you going to touch me?”

“Oh hell yeah. I’m going to touch you. I’m going to lick you. And suck on you. Until you come on my face.”

She shivers. “Oh my God.”

I caress her inner thighs lightly, sliding up and down, closer and closer to her center, studying her with focused intensity. Then I lean in, closing my eyes, and breathe in her scent. “I need to taste you,” I whisper.

She whimpers.

I kiss her softly, over the smooth skin of her plump outer lips, sucking gently, letting my tongue linger. Then I use my thumbs to part her lips and I slide my tongue through heaven.

She twitches, one hand gripping my hair. “Ohhh yeah.”

I lick her more, up, down into the crease of her groin then back to her center, probing with my tongue, swallowing her essence. Then I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit.

She jolts again, yanking my hair. I fucking love it.

Her body is quivering, quaking. I go for it, laving her swollen bud, sliding a finger inside her to curl against her inner wall. She cries out again, and again, shaking harder, and I suck her clit into my mouth.

Her fingers pull my hair again as her body spasms, clutching around my finger, and she makes the sexiest gasping noises I’ve ever heard.

I gently lick her more until she relaxes a little, then lift my head. “Okay?”

“Oh my God.” Her head rests against the house, her eyes closed. “Oh my God.”

I kiss my way up over her abdomen, between her breasts, and then I kiss her mouth softly. “Making you come is my new favorite thing.”

She gives a choked little laugh and kisses me back, then sets a hand on my chest to push me away and slides back into the water.

“Are you cold?”

“No.”

“Okay, good, because I’m taking you out of here. I’m going to fuck you.” I pause. “Okay?”

“Oh God, yes, please.”

I lift her out again and lead her over to one of the lounge chairs, which have nice thick cushions. She lays down and smiles at me as I kneel on the cushion between her legs. Then I pause. “Hold on. Gotta grab a condom.”

I zip into the bedroom and grab one, rolling it on as I hustle back out there.

“We’re married,” she murmurs as I rejoin her on the chair. She reaches for my hips. “We shouldn’t need that.”

“We can talk about that later.”

“’Kay.”

I can’t take my eyes off her, so beautiful, her smile heartwarming, her body supple and smooth and perfect. I stretch out over her to kiss her again, first her mouth, then her throat, then the tops of her breasts. “I love your tits,” I mumble before taking a nipple into my mouth.

I sense her smile. “Thank you.” She cups the back of my head as I suck on her, her nipple stiff against my tongue. I love how her breath hitches, how her hips roll up against me as I tug and draw on the budded tips, one, then the other, until she’s shaking again.

I slip a hand between us to find her wetness, and yeah, she’s wet. So wet. I push back up onto my knees and carefully find her entrance with the head of my cock. I look up to watch her face and see her watching me too, eyes dark and glittering, her lips parted hungrily. “Okay?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

It takes a bit to work myself all the way inside her. She’s tight, gripping my cock, almost making me lose it. I grit my teeth, sensation flowing through me, hot and electric. My skin prickles all over, pressure building. A groan rumbles up from my chest as I’m finally, finally seated inside her, all the way, and she throbs around me in an erotic rhythm. I go still, holding on by a thread, my body pulsing and hot everywhere.

Then I move. I hold her thighs and rock into her, my cock sliding in and out in a sublime tempo, trying not to go too fast but dammit, I can’t, I can’t hold back. My eyes meet hers, which go wide as we move together, both of us feeling something ... huge. Something ... unexpected.

I find her clit with my fingers, brushing over it. She sucks in a shaky breath and her chin lifts. “Yes ...”

I want her to come again. I want her to come on my cock, I want to feel her orgasm all around me. And she does, crying out, shuddering, squeezing me so tight. Now I do lose it. With a shout, I release her legs and stretch out over her to pound into her. She grips my shoulders, still making soft little sex noises and we come together, fiery sensation ripping through me and exploding.

A while later, maybe a few hours, I don’t even know, I lift my head to peer down at her.

“You better not accuse me of making you do that against your will.”

I choke on a laugh. “Ah, no. I was completely willing.” I smile. “So were you.”

“Yeah. Thank you for asking.”

“Of course.” I frown. Nobody’s ever thanked me for asking before. Hell, you have to make sure the woman wants it or it’s not gonna be good for her. “Will you sleep in my bed tonight?”

“I think I have to, since I’m pretty sure I can’t walk downstairs.”

I grin. “That good, huh?”

“Oh yeah.” She drowsily turns her face to mine and kisses me.

“Maybe we should shower before we go to bed. So we don’t smell like the hot tub.”

“Mmkay. You’ll have to hold me up, though.”

“I can do that.” Christ, I can’t wait to get her in the shower, all soapy and naked, my hands all over her. Better take it easy on her, though.

“Also just so you know, this shower isn’t going anywhere. I mean, sex-wise.”

“Uh ...”

“’Cause sex in the shower doesn’t really work. Water does not work as lube. Nope. It just washes away all my girl lube.”

Jesus. “Um, yeah, I’m aware of that.”

“’Kay, good.”

I roll off the lounge chair to turn out the lights of the hot tub and flip the cover over it, then pull Lacey up from the chaise. She lets out a squeal when I bend and pick her up in my arms. “Show off.”

“What am I showing off?”

“How strong you are.”

I pull open a door and stride into my bedroom.

“You lifted me right out of the hot tub,” she adds. “How do you stay in such good shape if you don’t play hockey anymore?”

“I work out. And I still play hockey sometimes. Just for fun.”

“Hmm.”

I set her on her feet on the tile floor of my bathroom and open the shower door. It’s a huge shower, and there’s even a bench. Once I get the water going and it’s hot, I lead Lacey into the shower, close the door, and gently push her down onto the bench.

“This is beautiful.” Her voice is still slurred a bit.

“Yeah, I like this shower.” I grab one of the showerheads, the one that’s also hand held, and direct the warm spray onto Lacey.

“I was really just joking.” She smiles. “I can stand up.”

“Relax.” I replace the showerhead, grab a bottle of body wash, and squeeze out a generous amount. “I’m dying to do this.”

“Mmm. Go ahead. Play with my soapy boobs.”

I choke. “Thanks.”

“Obviously, they feel amazing, I know. Go ahead and feel me up.” She leans her head back and her smile goes sultry.

Christ. She fucking kills me.

I run my hands over her shoulders and down her arms, taking my time so I can enjoy the feel of her. I glide back up, down her chest, over her tits. Yeah, she’s right—nothing feels better than slick, soapy breasts with hard little nipples. I mold and squeeze them, then continue my path of washing her, all the way down to her feet, then back up to the juncture of her thighs. I ease them apart and gently slide my hand between them, over her soft, swollen pussy.

She makes a sound that’s half moan, half sigh. My fingers slip and probe but I don’t do more than that before I pull her to stand, turn her, and wash her back from the nape of her neck, which I can’t resist kissing, down over the curve of her spine, the swell of her delectable ass cheeks and the backs of her legs. I linger on her thighs and knees when she quivers, filing that response away for another time.

Then I rinse her off and let her sit again while I stand beneath the other showerhead and wash myself while she watches. That’s hot as hell, her eyes following my hands over my chest and abs, down to my junk, soaping up my balls. Pretty sure she thinks it’s hot too, so I turn in a circle to rinse myself off, giving her the full view.

When you’re used to showering with a bunch of guys nearly every day, walking around naked in the locker room, any self-consciousness about your body is long gone.

I crank off the water, smiling at the languorous, lusty look on Lacey’s face. I’m glad she’s relaxed enough to sit there naked and let me watch her too as she observes me.

Thick towels hang on the wall just outside the shower and I pluck one off the hook to gently dry Lacey, then wrap it around her. I tuck the corner between her breasts as she reaches up and pulls her hair tie out. Her thick, wavy hair tumbles down around her shoulders in masses of gold and honey and caramel brown.

“Oh yeah.” I groan. “Love that hair.”

Her smile turns seductive. “I remember. The hair fetish.”

“Yeah.” I reach for another towel.

She moves closer and traces a finger down between my pecs. “Tell me what you want to do with my hair.”