Page 14 of The Tycoon (The Douglas Brothers #1)

dolly

I have never ever been this sore. Every muscle in my entire body aches. From head to toe, inside and out, I am sore. But God, the pain is so worth it.

Settling against the jet in the hot tub, my eyes move towards Sutton as he struts my way.

Carrying a pink fruity drink in one hand, and what looks like a Jack and Coke in the other, his lip pulls into a sly smirk as he notices me look his way.

I can’t see his eyes behind the Ray-ban Wayfarer sunglasses, but I wouldn’t put it past him if he was winking at me right this second.

He has every right to be cocky. Over the past fourteen hours, he’s given me at least twice as many orgasms. We’ve made love four times, each time being better than the last. His stamina is unlike anything I've ever seen. My three mistakes before meeting him could never have done to me what he has. If I didn’t think he would be my husband before this, I would be absolutely certain now.

Sinking into the jacuzzi to adjust the top of my pink Gucci string bikini, I make sure my nipples are fully covered.

It’s a little snug on me, but I can’t fault him for not knowing my true size.

His assistant rushed it to the condo this morning after I realized I hadn’t packed my swimsuit.

He refused to let me go back to my apartment to get it, telling me that I deserved something new.

My frumpy one piece is nearly three seasons old so I didn’t see the harm in letting him buy me a present.

I honestly expected him to pick up something from the mall, but as I’m quickly learning, Sutton Douglas doesn’t do cheap.

With my breasts semi-decent, I sit up properly as he finds his way back to me. Lifting my hand, I take the fruity drink from him with a grateful smile on my face.

“Thank you, Sir, this looks delicious,” I say, bringing the white paper straw to my lips to take a sip.

Easing himself into the warm water, he leans over to kiss my cheek. Taking a seat next to me, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me onto his lap.

“It’s a strawberry and starfruit daiquiri, I was told it's the sweetest drink they make, and it’s your favorite color so win win,” he replies, sipping on his drink.

My smile widens at his adorable gesture. I think I’m getting used to having him order for me, he has yet to get me something I didn’t like.

“It’s really good. I still can’t get over how amazing this pool area is,” I say, my eyes moving over the resort’s olympic sized pool, canvas draped cabanas, and upscale tiki bar.

Nodding his head, Sutton places his drink on the concrete edge of the jacuzzi. With his hands completely free, he helps me straddle his lap. Placing his hands on my waist under the water, he arches his hips just enough to let me know he’s not exhausted from our fun in the shower this morning.

“Having a condo attached to a five-diamond resort definitely has its perks, I just wish it wasn’t so crowded at the moment,” he says suggestively.

Taking another sip of my drink, I move to set it down next to his. Draping my arms over his broad shoulders, I press myself against him. It’s amazing how much my self-confidence has grown since yesterday, I’m starting to have fun being flirty. Or, at least trying to be flirty.

“Oh? And why is that, Sir?” I ask, lightly wiggling over his lap.

Clenching his jaw, his expression turns feral and hungry. His fingers pinch into my bruised skin in a nonverbal warning to halt my movement. Leaning close, he whispers against the shell of my ear. His deep, hushed tone sends a shiver down my spine.

“Because right now, all I want to do is pull off those itty-bitty bottoms of yours and sink you down on my cock right here in this damn hot tub.”

My mouth falls open at his reply, my heart jumps into my throat.

In an instant, my mind fills with lewd images of him taking me right here in the chlorinated water.

Sure, it’s a UTI waiting to happen, but it would be worth it.

I want to try everything sexually I can with this man. I’m up for anything.

“We could be discreet?” I suggest.

I feel his fingers move to the strings of my bikini bottoms. He slowly begins to tug on them, testing my boldness. I’m thankful I’m wearing mirrored sunglasses so the swimmers surrounding us can’t see that my eyes want to pop out of my head.

“You sure, Princess?” he asks.

Swallowing hard, my mind plays tug-o-war with my body for a good thirty seconds.

I really want to cave into my wicked desires.

It would be fun to have something we could look back on in fifty years, when we’re both too frail to be frisky.

I almost throw caution to the wind and risk being banned from the hotel’s pools, but then my eye catches something that stops me dead in my tracks.

Staring directly at us is a woman with the deepest scowl I’ve ever seen. Her disgusted, annoyed look kills my mood instantly. While I can’t see her eyes behind her oversized Chanel sunglasses, I swear she’s burning a hole right through me.

“On second thought, Sir, we probably shouldn’t.”

Sutton chuckles low, his lips trail needy kisses along my jaw.

“Oh yeah, Princess? Why’s that?” he asks, his voice gravely and tight.

Gripping my hips, he grinds himself into me. He’s impossibly hard and ready to go, it would be so easy to pull my bottoms to the side and give into temptation. If it wasn’t for the damn woman still staring at us.

“Someone’s watching us,” I say just loud enough so he can hear me over the hot tub’s jets.

Shrugging his shoulders, he moves his attention to the side of my neck. Nipping my marked skin, he groans as his cock presses against me.

“I don’t give a damn. Let ‘em watch, I want everyone to see how beautiful you are when I make you break.”

His words cause me to moan, my mind clouds with desire. His hands become more demanding, roughly pulling me down onto him, sliding me over his length. He would be inside me if it weren’t for the small bit of fabric separating us, it’s a thought that makes me tremble against him.

Losing myself in his passion, I fully play along with this little fantasy. I forget all about the redheaded woman and focus all my attention on Sutton and the pleasure he’s stirring within me.

That is, until I hear a deliberate and forceful cough.

Looking towards the sound, my mind snaps me out of my lust. No longer relaxing on her lounger, the woman is now sitting at full attention.

She stares at us, a scathing expression falling over her Botoxed face.

Even with her well-done plastic surgery, she’s clearly too old to be a mother of one of the children in the kiddie pool.

I’m a little relieved that I won’t have to deal with a mother’s wrath.

Still, she doesn’t look happy about our little escapade.

Her very apparent vexation is the equivalent of having a bucket of ice water dumped on my head.

“Sutton, stop. We have to stop!”

Pulling away from my neck, he moves to look at me. His dark eyebrow arches above his sunglasses, the smallest chuckle leaving his lips.

“What’s going on Dolly? If you’re worried about this being in the news or on social media, don’t worry…I’ll have my scrubber take care of it. We can have our fun.”

Shaking my head, I lean in to speak into his ear. Our little gawker reaches for something near her legs. It takes me a moment to realize it’s not a furry towel as I thought it was, but a little dog. Who in the world brings a dog to a pool?

“Sutton. There’s a woman that’s been watching us and she looks pissed. Like, super-duper pissed.”

“Ok? Don’t worry about her, I’ll take care of it,” he replies nonchalantly.

Trailing his hands down to my thighs, his nimble fingers encourage my legs to spread just a little more. I whimper as my body caves yet again, wanting to feel him inside me. I fully believe that his “scrubber” can take care of any backlash we may receive.

You won’t be able to quiet this woman, my mind whispers.

The phantom warning has me looking the gawker’s way again.

I notice her shake her head in disapproval as she tucks her little Pomeranian into the crook of arm.

She’s absolutely livid, I can tell by her jerky movements as she stands from her lounger.

If she didn’t have a spray tan I would swear that her face was the same scarlet color as her hair.

“Oh, God…she’s getting up. She’s getting up, Sutton! I think she’s coming over here. Oh, fuck, she is!”

Pushing out an exaggerated sigh, he pats my thighs under the water. Finally turning his head towards the woman, I hear him hiss an angry curse under his breath. His handsome face hardens into something frigid and callous; it’s a look that I don’t care for.

“What? What’s wrong?” I ask, my gaze lifting to the petite redhead as she stalks closer.

Sutton’s lips twist, his body tenses underneath mine.

He’s holding back something dark; it turns the marrow in my bones to ice.

A million different questions run through my mind as I ease myself from his lap.

Who the hell is this woman? Why is she so angry with us?

And why is he having such a visceral reaction to her intrusion?

His answer cuts me like a dull, rusty knife.

“It’s my mother.”