Page 15 of Twin Babies for the Silver Fox (Happy Ever Alpha Daddies #3)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Knox

I’m so glad I suggested we get in the hot tub.

Especially seeing Josie like this.

Knees drawn up slightly, bare shoulders glistening under the softness of the deck lights. Steam curls around her, catching in her hair like it belongs there. Like she belongs here, curled into the corner of my hot tub, her eyes on mine, her fingers resting lightly on the edge between us.

She looks so at ease. So comfortable in a space I’ve never let anyone share.

And somehow, she makes it feel like she’s always been part of it.

I’m not used to this.

Not the quiet. Not the hum of the jets, the warmth of the water. Not the way Josie Dawson can sit three feet away from me, nearly naked, and still make me feel like this is the most intimate I’ve ever been with another person.

My fingers flex along the side of the tub. I clear my throat—something's stuck there.

“So, you really like the risotto?”

She turns her head toward me, wet lashes catching the light. “Of course I do. It’s beautiful. Feels like a hug and a second chance all in one bowl. Now I know the back story, it’s even better.”

My chest tightens.

She says shit like that, simple and soft, and it lands like a sledgehammer. She doesn’t even flinch when she does it. Maybe she doesn’t realize what her words do to me.

Or maybe she does.

And she says them anyway.

I drag my gaze over her, take her in: knees brushing mine beneath the surface, collarbones bare, hair pulled back haphazardly like she didn’t mean to look this good but damn , she does.

The firelight from the built-in stone pit flickers across her skin.

“Do you always talk like that?” I ask, voice lower than I mean. “Like you’re writing poetry by accident?”

She lifts a shoulder in a little shrug, but her cheeks flush a shade darker than the wine she poured earlier. “Only when I feel something.”

My pulse trips.

“Are you feeling something now?”

She doesn’t answer right away.

Her lips part. Her breath hitches, barely, but I feel it. Like the water between us shifted in a way I can’t help but like.

Then, “Yeah. I am.”

Fuck.

This was supposed to be nothing.

Just drinks. Just a soak. A calm evening. A safe distance.

But that line is gone, steamed away, dissolved the second she stepped into this space and made it feel like ours .

I set my glass on the ledge. Deliberate. My fingers trail beneath the surface until they reach hers. She doesn’t pull away. If anything, she turns her hand, interlacing our fingers like it’s the easiest decision she’s made all night.

“You scare the hell out of me,” I say, throat raw.

She smiles at me, eyes soft but sure. “You’re not the only one.”

The quiet stretches, thick and charged. The kind that makes your chest ache because you know something’s about to break.

And then I move.

I reach for her.

Pull her gently across the space between us until her knees brush my thighs, her breath mingling with mine. She comes without hesitation, her body sliding against mine in the hot water, warm skin meeting warm skin, steam rising between us.

Her hands land on my chest, fingers spread. My heart beats against her palm like it’s trying to speak for me.

“This okay?” I ask, voice rough.

She nods. Her lips barely move. “More than.”

And then I kiss her.

Not gentle. Not hesitant. I crush my mouth to hers like I’ve been starved for years, and she’s the only thing that’s ever mattered. Her lips part for me, soft and eager, her tongue sliding against mine in a rhythm that makes my whole body ache.

She moans into my mouth, hips shifting over me, and I nearly lose it.

But I want to take my time.

I tear my lips from hers and trail them down her throat, to the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. I bite softly, then soothe it with my tongue. She gasps, fingers fisting in my hair, pulling me closer.

“You feel so damn good,” I growl against her skin. “So fucking perfect.”

My hands roam, up her back, over the curve of her ass, then around to her front. I find the delicate lace clinging to her breasts and peel it down slowly, reverently.

I lift my gaze. Her eyes are wild, glazed with want, lips swollen.

“You’re a damn dream,” I whisper, cupping her breasts. “And I’m going to make you feel like one.”

I dip my head and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, then with more pressure, my tongue teasing her until she’s arching into me. Her moans echo off the water, a symphony of need and surrender.

I switch sides, wanting all of her, every gasp, every twitch, every whisper of my name.

“Knox.” she pants, grinding against me now, desperate, slick heat rubbing right over the thick length straining beneath my swim trunks. I resist the urge to rip my shorts off, wanting to draw out the moment. “Shit.”

I grab her hips, anchoring her to me. “I know, baby. I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”

Her head falls back with a soft moan that almost undoes me, and I kiss a path between her breasts, down her stomach, lingering at her navel as she writhes in my lap. Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging harder now, urging me lower.

But I pause, meet her gaze.

“I want to taste you,” I say, voice gravel and heat. “Here. Now. Like this.”

She swallows hard. Nods.

I lift her, settle her on the ledge of the tub. Water sluices off her body, and I spread her thighs, settling between them like it’s where I was always meant to be.

She’s dripping, not just from the water, and the scent of her, sweet, musky, hers, drives me out of my damn mind.

I lower my mouth and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. She shudders, and I pull the thin fabric of her panties to the side.

Then I drag my tongue slowly through her slick folds, savoring the way she gasps, her thighs tightening around me. The entire moment is decadent. Addictive.

I work her over with my mouth, slow licks, teasing flicks, then deeper, firmer strokes until she’s a mess of moans and curses, her body trembling under my hands. It’s enough to leave me throbbing.

When I suck her clit gently into my mouth, her whole body tenses and then she breaks.

She cries out my name as she comes, hips rocking against my face, thighs clenching around my head. I don’t stop until I’ve drawn every last tremble from her, until she’s limp and boneless and glowing.

When I finally pull back, she’s staring down at me like I’ve rewritten her entire world.

She blinks down at me, dazed, lips parted, hair sticking to her damp temples, chest rising and falling like she’s just run miles. Like I wrecked her in the best possible way.

And then, she grins.

Slow. Lethal. Knowing.

“You’re trouble,” she murmurs, voice still breathless.

I chuckle, brushing my lips to the inside of her thigh. “You have no idea.”

Her hands cup my face, and she leans down, pulling me up to her with a force that feels like gravity. Like inevitability.

I rise, water cascading off my shoulders, and she pulls me into a kiss that’s all tongue and hunger and thank you. She wraps her legs around me as I lift her, lowering us both into the water.

She settles into my lap again, chest to chest, mouth to mouth, the heat between us now far more dangerous than the water surrounding us.

Her hands trail down my chest, fingers tracing each line and ridge like she’s mapping me with memory. She breaks the kiss, barely, eyes locked on mine as she slips one hand beneath the waistband of my swim trunks. I tense, my entire being focused on that hand and what awaits me.

“You’re not the only one who wants to taste,” she whispers.

Fuck.

My breath stutters as her fingers close around me, firm and possessive. She starts slow, maddeningly slow, just enough friction to punch a groan from my chest and send my head crashing to her shoulder.

“Fuck, Josie.”

Her grip shifts, stronger now, each stroke a slick, molten drag that makes my muscles lock and my jaw clench. Her thumb circles the head, teasing, tormenting, until my hips buck helplessly into her hand.

“You’ve been hard for me all night, haven’t you?” she breathes, her voice like smoke against my ear.

“Since the second you stepped into the tub,” I growl, barely hanging on.

She kisses the corner of my jaw, then traces a slow, wet path down my throat, her mouth just as relentless as her hand.

“You’re so fucking big,” she whispers, her words sending a full body shiver ripping through me. “Fuck, I can feel you pulsing for me. Needing me.”

“I do,” I choke out, my voice wrecked. “I want you so bad it’s unbearable.”

Her fingers tighten, just a notch, but it’s enough to make my vision blur. She pulls back to look at me, pupils blown wide, lips swollen and glistening, her breath ragged. Water clings to her lashes, dripping down her flushed skin like something out of a fever dream.

And fuck, I’m drowning in her.

She holds my gaze for a beat longer, then sinks to her knees in the water with a wicked glint in her eyes. I lift my hips, giving her easier access to every nerve ending I want her to shatter.

“Josie.” My voice breaks on her name as her hand slides down, guiding me to her mouth. The anticipation coils tight in my gut, fire licking up my spine.

She licks me first, just a slow, languid stroke of her tongue up the underside that makes my whole body jerk. Then she wraps her lips around the head, tongue circling, teasing, tasting.

“Fuck.” My head falls back as her mouth takes me in, warm and wet and devastating.

She hums around me like she loves it, like this is exactly where she wants to be, and the vibration punches the breath out of me. Her hands grip my thighs, nails digging in slightly as she takes me deeper, her lips sliding down with purpose now, no hesitation.

“Damn, baby.” I groan, hips twitching, water sloshing around us.

I can’t take it. I can’t not touch her. My hands find her soaked hair, threading through the slick strands, and I guide her, slow at first, then deeper.

“Look at me,” I pant. “Let me see you.”

She lifts her gaze as I start to move, rising out of the water, muscles flexing as I take control, fucking her mouth with shallow, careful thrusts. Her lips stretch around me, taking it, loving it, and that look in her eyes, hungry, wild, his , makes me lose the last thread of restraint.

The water cascades off me as I rise, one hand in her hair, the other braced against the tile behind her. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away, she welcomes it, lets me use her mouth like it’s the only thing she wants.

I curse under my breath, jaw tight, fighting the urge to fall apart right there.

“Josie you’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop.”

She pulls off with a sinful pop, breathless and grinning, lips slick and red.

“Then maybe,” she whispers, stroking me once, slow and firm, “you should fuck me instead.”

The primal side of me breaks loose.

I hook my fingers in her panties beneath the water and tear them down her legs. She gasps, breath hitching as she helps me, tossing the ruined lace to the side of the tub. Then she rises enough for me to push my trunks down, freeing myself completely.

I grip her hips, steadying her as she positions herself above me.

“Look at me,” I tell her, voice like gravel.

She does.

And when she sinks down onto me, slow and hot and tight, she never breaks eye contact.

We both gasp. She clutches my shoulders, fingernails digging in, and I grip her waist as her heat wraps around me, taking me all the way in.

“Josie—”

“You feel so good,” she moans, rocking against me. “So deep.”

I move with her, thrusting up as she rides me, her breath catching every time I hit that perfect spot. The water sloshes around us, steam curling up, surrounding us like a cocoon. It’s fire and silk and sweat and emotions so much deeper than just lust.

I kiss her, open, messy, desperate, as I grip her ass and slam her down onto me again and again. She whimpers into my mouth, her body fluttering around me, close again already.

“You gonna come for me?” I growl against her lips. “Gonna come with me buried inside you?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, Knox, don’t stop, please?—”

I grip her tighter, push deeper, faster, my own climax barreling toward me like a freight train.

And then she shatters.

She cries out my name, nails raking down my back, her whole body trembling as she falls apart in my arms.

The sight, the feel, the sound of her, it’s all I need.

I follow her over the edge with a hoarse shout, holding her tight as we fall together, bodies locked, hearts pounding.

She collapses against me, breath ragged, skin slick and flushed and shining.

Neither of us speaks for a long moment.

There’s only the sound of the jets, the water settling, the thrum of her heart against mine.

Finally, I press a kiss to her temple.

“You’re never leaving this tub again,” I murmur.

She laughs softly, nuzzling against me. “Fine by me. As long as you’re in it too.”