Page 26 of Unrivaled Love (D.C. Renegades #2)

Jo

“No crabs.”

“No, no you haven’t.” I smirk as I step past Bryson closer to the lake. I’m tempted to drag my hand along his chest because even though I knew as soon as Bryson started walking down this path we were going to the lake, I did not know I’d spend the ten minute hike staring at his butt.

I studied it as we walked, remembering the feel of his ass under my hands as I clawed him while sucking him off. It's possible the way the fabric of those gym shorts was swaying back and forth with each step put me in a lusty trance.

Maybe if Bryson snapped his fingers right now my clothes would disappear in a poof.

That’s not a half bad idea.

“Want to go for a swim?” I ask him over my shoulder.

When our eyes meet there’s understanding in his. He knows. He remembers.

“I bet I can swing higher than you!” He hollers as he rips off his shirt and barrels towards the water.

I’m glad Playful Bryson is back. I appreciate mature and sexy Bryson but I am much more comfortable with him being a goofball.

There is too much history for this to be just a hookup but I also don’t know how to name what I’m feeling.

And it wouldn’t be fair to lead him on. I care about him too much.

I think a part of me always has. But do I have the capacity to actively care about him?

To be with him? Everything in my life is in the pursuit of my championship, my World Cup, and I don’t see how a relationship with someone I truly care for fits in.

When Bryson drops his shorts and his bright white ass shines in the woods I barely catch my giggle. What was sexy moments ago is now a luminescent butt and that’s funny.

“What?” Bryson asks.

“Nothing.”

He turns around and I’m met with a full-frontal view. It’s different than when I saw him naked last night. That was in the dark, in the house, in a bedroom.

Here he’s out in nature and the sun is shining off his tan lines and I notice his thighs are just as pasty as his ass.

He looks down to where I’m looking, doesn’t find anything amiss, and then reaches up to get the tire swing.

While he hops backwards to create as much backswing as possible I find myself staring at his ass again. Then he lifts his other leg and is standing tall on the swing as it ricochets forward over the water. With a salute he lets go and falls, arms and legs flailing, into the water.

“Fuck!” He yells when he surfaces. “It’s freezing!”

“Maybe I’ll just stay here on the shore then.” I call out to him. He only smiles and then ducks his head under to swim back. The lake is clear and since the sun is shining I can see his body shimmering closer and closer under the water.

He surfaces and starts walking to me. Stalking really.

I’m frozen as I appreciate the dripping wet, naked, Bryson Svoboda approaching, so I am not ready for it when he scoops me up over his shoulder and turns to the water.

“Bryson! No!” I yell but he just smacks my ass and then pulls my slides off.

As soon as the second foot is free he runs into the water and tosses me. Time stands still for that split second before I crash into the frigid water.

When I come up and gasp for air Bryson is right in front of me.

He’s smiling and I smile too when I feel his hands grabbing the fabric of my shirt.

He pulls it over my head and it slaps on the surface of the water before he reaches down and frees my legs from my shorts.

All I bothered to put on today were the clothes he left out for me this morning, so I’m naked now too.

“Wait here,” he says with a peck to my lips and then he swims the clothing to shore.

Feeling the water against my bare skin is exhilarating. I’ve had a top or bottom slip before but this is different. This is constant. And my already sensitive bits are even more aroused by the gentle current.

I move my arms back and forth and it pushes more water against my body. I close my eyes and listen as Bryson reaches the shore and drops my clothes with a soggy plop. I keep my eyes closed as I tilt my head back to feel the sun’s warmth on my face.

Naturally my body lifts into a back float and I allow myself to relax.

“Fuck you’re perfect,” Bryson says as he swims up next to me.

I fight the urge to disagree with him and let myself soak in the praise instead.

His hands find my back as he dips lower in the water to hold my head on his shoulder.

He kisses my temple softly and then his hands wander.

Up and over my abdomen. Down to my hips.

Up to my breasts where he kneads them and rolls my nipple between his fingers.

I spin in the water and latch onto him like a leech.

I press into his lips with my tongue and am rewarded with his savory taste.

Bryson’s hands find my ass and he pulls me against his hips and the water between us disappears.

Sensations are overwhelming as our mouths collide over and over. His hands hold me to him as we spin in the water. His touch is firm and strong. Capable.

Bryson's scent mixes with the musk of the water and fresh air.

I feel alive.

With one arm looped around his neck I lean back and pull his cock up between us. He moans as I grip it and I revel in the power I hold.

This response is for me. This arousal is all mine. I feel possessive over his body like the men in my books.

"Josie, fuck that feels good."

His words ignite a fire in me. I want to take control.

I lift my hips and line up for him to enter me in the water because I don’t want to wait another moment to feel him inside me.

“Not yet baby,” he says as he pushes me back a bit. I watch his pupils explode and I stroke his cock causing him to drop his head back. “I need to see it when I fuck your sweet pussy again. I have dreamed about sinking my cock deep inside you. I need to see it to know it’s real. Let’s go.”

He starts walking to the shore and when we get closer I let go and walk out behind him. I wait by the edge of the water as Bryson takes a towel and lays it down on the ground. When he turns I’ve almost made my way to him again and he reaches out to pull me in.

Our mouths crash together in deep, sensual kisses. Tingles dance across my chilling skin but Bryson is all heat.

"Sit down, I'm going to ride you."

"Whatever you want, Killer." He says as he sits down and leans back on his hands.

I straddle his legs and skate my nails along the coarse hair on his legs. He hisses at the pain but I feel his erection twitch against my leg.

"I'm on birth control, no STDs." I inform him and Bryson's eyes double as the news hits .

"Same." He says breathlessly.

"You're also on birth control?" I tease as I swipe the head of his cock along my labia.

"No." He huffs. "No crabs."

His poor brain is scrambled and I fucking love it. Bryson's eyes are trained on my hand and where he's about to disappear inside me. My pussy throbs waiting for him and I use my free hand to knead my breast to give my body somewhere else to focus its arousal.

Bryson leans forward and covers my hand with his, then he trails kisses and bites down my neck, my collar bone, and he curls up to sink his teeth into my shoulder.

The change in position pushes the head of his penis into me and I feel myself stretch. I curl my pelvis down and he slides in completely.

My entire body clenches when I see Bryson's eyes roll into the back of his head as he tilts his chin up to the heavens.

"Holy shit Josie, this is unbelievable."

I'm not sure he knows his choice of words is rewriting our history. Each thrust and tender touch turns the walls I’ve built to dust.

I feel my entire body relax for the briefest of moments before the signals turn frantic.

Bryson's hands find my hips and I push down on his shoulders for leverage. I bounce on his cock and savor the resistance to letting go I see on his face.

"Oh fuck Bry, yes." I say before inhaling deeply.

"Jo, you feel so fucking good. This is the best thing I've ever–shit , I don't want to come yet."

I grind my hips down and his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass in response. I lean forward, letting my nipples brush his chest hair, and with my lips caressing his ear, I whisper. "Come now and I'll make you come again with my mouth. "

"Shit." He curses and his hips push up into mine. His arms slide around my back. One arm wraps my waist and his fingers brush along my breast and the other hand hooks onto the back of my neck and he pulls me down onto him.

Bryson buries his face in my neck and my hands rake through his curling hair.

"So, perfect for me, so fucking good, Jo." He chants. He lifts his head and kisses me deeply again as his hips push me higher. My clit rubs against his body and sparks fly in my vision.

"Bry, I, I," I'm surprised my body is ready for release. I usually finger myself after the guy gets off so I wasn't ready for this feeling.

"Yes Josie, yes, let go with me, I'll catch you."

His words unlock me and when he slides his hand between us to press his thumb firmly onto my clit I have no defenses left.

My body shudders as my orgasm racks me. "Bryson!" I cry and true to his word he holds me tight as my body responds to his touch. To his love.