Chapter 45 #2
Alley shrugs. “It’s gonna take time.”
She walks over to the pool, sits down on the edge, and then slides in. “Come in,” she says, raising her eyebrows, a smile playing on her lips.
I cannonball in, and when I come up for air, she’s laughing—pure joy ringing in my ears.
I scoop her into my arms and crush my lips to hers. Holding her tight, I pull her close like I might lose her if I let go—even for a second. She kisses me back with a hunger that has my cock hard in an instant. I press against her, backing her toward the wall.
Anticipation surges through me, my pulse quickening. Her fingers rake through my wet hair as she moans into my mouth.
Why is everything so damn good with her?
It never gets old. She’s just as exciting now as she was that first night five years ago.
Her slick skin slides against mine, and it’s hot as hell—her tiny swimsuit, her tits pressed against my chest, her breath mingling with mine.
The heated pool water against our bodies, the cool night air around us—it’s perfect.
She’s perfect.
A knock hits the glass behind us, followed by Matt clearing his throat. Alley’s lip slides between her teeth, eyes wide with embarrassment, and I glance over my shoulder.
“Hey, I’m hitting the hay. You two lovebirds stay as long as you want. Just lock up when you leave.”
“Thanks, man,” I say, turning back to Alley with a slow grin, waggling my brows.
She laughs softly. “Night, Matt. Thanks for hosting.”
“Night, guys.”
And just like that—it’s only us.
Alone.
In the dark.
In the pool.
The pool lights flicker across the water, casting ripples of light over her skin. Behind her, the city lights glow in the distance. It’s dark enough that no one can see us, but there’s just enough light for me to see everything I want.
As soon as I’m sure we’re in the clear, I reach for the strings of her bikini top and tug, freeing her tits. The water laps against them as I cup one in my hand.
She’s so fucking sexy.
“You’re so naughty,” she whispers, eyes dark.
I chuckle against her jaw. “Only for you, baby.”
Pulling back, I run my thumb over her nipple, my eyes locked on hers. For a second, I just take her in—really take her in. That smile? It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Reality hits me hard. I almost lost her.
“Fuck,” I mutter, closing my eyes for a beat. Nope. I’m not going to cry. I’ve done enough of that to last a lifetime.
“What?” she asks, her hands roaming over my chest—slow, explorative, sensual.
“I just love you,” I say, still trying to wrap my mind around what a jackass I’ve been, and how fucking lucky I am to have her. “That’s all.”
She cups the back of my neck and presses her lips to mine, slow and tender. No tongue. Just emotion. “I love you,” she whispers. “More than you could ever know.”
I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer, our bare chests flush, and I kiss her again.
And again.
And again.
My hand slides lower, gliding down her stomach, fingers grazing the edge of her bikini bottoms. I dip inside, and she lets out a quiet groan, pressing into me. I roll my hips into hers—the friction perfect, sparking a desire that’s deeper than just sex.
Her hips roll against my hand, a soft whimper escaping her lips. I curl my fingers just right, and she gasps—one hand flying to my shoulder for balance.
“Jensen…”
God, the way she says my name—like it’s the only word she knows.
I kiss her again, savoring it this time, my fingers still moving inside her while my other arm wraps tight around her waist. The water shifts around us, but all I can feel is her—how her body trembles, how she grips my wrist, how her nails bite into my shoulder as she gets closer.
“You feel so good, baby,” I whisper against her mouth. “You always feel so good.”
She moans and continues rocking against my hand, chasing release. I shift slightly, giving her more—curling, pressing, drawing another gasp from her lips.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes.
Like I could.
“I’m almost there.”
I kiss her jaw, then her neck, letting my lips trail across her skin as her body tightens beneath my hand. Her thighs tense around me, and I feel the moment she unravels, her pussy clenches around my fingers, and she trembles in my arms. Her breaths come in short spurts, gasping in my ear.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Let go for me.”
Fuck, she feels like heaven—her breath hitching in my ear, her body trembling. Somehow, everything around her fades. It’s just her. Just us. She’s all I see, all that matters. And the way she looks at me? It makes me feel things I never thought possible.
Her body slowly relaxes against mine, chest rising and falling, and I can’t help the grin that tugs at my lips. She leans her forehead against mine, still breathless.
“Holy hell,” she whispers.
“Yeah,” I say, cocking a brow. “Also… minor problem.”
“What is it?”
I press my hips into hers. “I have a boner.”
She laughs, full and unfiltered—and there it is.
That fucking dimple.
Instantly, I’m taken right back to the first time I saw her. When I confessed my “problem” to my hot nurse. That dimple stole my heart before I even knew her name. The first time I kissed her, I knew I’d never get enough.
The first time I made love to her, I knew—without a doubt—I wanted her forever.
I’m an addict, after all. But I’ll never forget my first addiction.
Alley.