Chapter 4
four
We walk slowly down the corridor toward our room, the plush carpet muffling our steps. Jay holds the gift shop bag with our "souvenirs,". I clutch my tote, feeling the weight of the evening settle over me. It's been a day full of surprises, each one peeling back a layer of the man I thought I knew.
Life with him is amazing. I always feel like there is another deeper layer that Jay keeps hidden from most of the world. But I’m the girl that’s lucky enough to get to see it.
When we reach the door, Jay grins teasingly. "Ready to make this hot tub extra romantic?"
“Definitely.” I nod, a playful smile on my lips. "Let's see how romantic it can get."
He unlocks the door and we step inside. The room has over-the-top romantic décor and soft, ambient lighting. My eyes go to the heart-shaped hot tub in the corner, filled with steaming water and rose petals.
“Wow! The hotel knew that we were going to be here right now?”
He winks. “I might have texted them when we were in the gift shop. It seems like the hotel staff really pulled out all the stops.”
“Yeah they did! They really made the whole room really inviting. I thought that staying at a love hotel would be kind of… gross. The staff proved me wrong.”
Jay sets the gift bag on the bed and turns to me with a mischievous grin. "I have a feeling this is going to be memorable."
I raise an eyebrow. "You think so?"
He shrugs. "When in Rome, right?"
He disappears into the bathroom. I take the opportunity to sit on the edge of the bed, unstrap my heels, and rub my sore feet. The thought of sinking into the hot tub is a temptation I can’t wait to luxuriate in. The bathroom door opens. Jay steps out, his chest puffed up, his muscular body completely nude.
Jay is jaw-droppingly, Disney prince handsome. He looks ready for the hot tub, a playful gleam in his eyes. He struts over to the tub, standing with his hands on his hips. His cock is already hard and juts out from his body proudly.
I burst out laughing. "You look like you're ready for a romantic adventure."
He strikes a pose, then walks over to me. "Your turn."
Biting my lower lip, I take his outstretched hand. “Do you think we’re supposed to be naked?”
Jay pulls a face. “Well, yeah. We are in a love hotel. What do you think that people do in here?”
“Right.” I wrinkle my nose and sigh. “Get naked and suck face.”
“I think they suck a lot more than face here.”
Sticking out my tongue at him, I set my tote down and start to take off my shoes. Jay steps in without a word, unzipping my jeans and tugging my shirt over my head. As he peels off my clothes, his hands weigh my breasts and caress my butt.
There was a time when I would have objected to this kind of treatment. I would have thought it exposed me too much. But now I eagerly help Jay take my clothes off, leaving me with nothing to hide behind.
No barriers. Nothing between the two of us. This is exactly how it should be.
"Wow," he says, standing back a step and looking me up and down. "You look… incredible."
“Thanks. You look like a Greek god, but I’m pretty sure you already knew that.”
He smiles. “It doesn’t hurt to hear if from the only woman who has my heart.”
“You’re cheesy.” I kiss him briefly before walking over to the tub. I feel his gaze follow me with every step. "How's the water?"
"Perfect," he says. But his tone says he’s not talking about the water.
I hesitate, looking at the hot tub, then back at Jay. He steps aside, giving me space, and I dip a toe in. The heat is intense, almost scalding, but it sends a pleasant shiver up my leg.
Jay doesn't wait. He takes a running start and cannonballs into the tub, sending water and rose petals flying. I jump back, squealing. He comes up laughing, his hair plastered to his forehead.
"Get in!" he says, wiping water from his eyes. "It's amazing."
I step closer, the edge of the tub warm against my skin. Jay leans back, stretching his arms along the sides, his chest rising and falling with deep, contented breaths. I take a deep breath and slide in slowly. The water envelopes me. Rose petals stick to my skin and I brush them away, their touch delicate and fleeting.
Jay watches me, his eyes softer than the steam that fills the room. "I'm glad you came," he says quietly.
"To the hot tub?"
"To everything."
I don't know how to respond, so I let the silence speak for me. We sit like that for a while, the water gently swirling around us, the rose petals creating little eddies of color.
Jay pulls me toward him and I don't resist in the least bit. Our faces are inches apart, the steam creating a hazy aura around us. I can feel his breath on my lips, his hand warm against my skin.
He’s not even touching any of my erogenous zones and yet… my pussy is already throbbing with want. He kisses me, slowly at first, then with a growing urgency. I kiss him back, my hands finding their way to his shoulders, his neck. The water sloshes around us as we move, the rose petals sticking to our bodies like glitter.
He kisses me again, deeper this time. I lose myself in him. In us. In the fact that we’ve found something more than mere happiness.
We’ve found undying love.
When we finally break apart, Jay is smiling. "That was extra romantic."
I laugh, a light, airy sound that floats above the water. "You're such a dork."
He leans his forehead against mine, our noses touching. "But you like it."
I do. I like all of it. More than I ever thought I would.
I put an arm around his neck, sliding closer. "You're the only man who has my heart," I tell him. “You know that, don’t you?”
“I’d better be,” he says with a little growl. " Mrs. Rustin .”
"Mr. Rustin," is all I can think of in reply.
Jay's hands are warm and sure as he slides them around my waist, pulling me closer. The hot tub's steam swirls around us, creating a hazy cocoon of warmth, perfectly matching the sticky sweetness of our love. I tilt my head back. His lips find my neck, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
"Remember when you said passionate love wasn’t real?" he murmurs against my skin, his breath tickling me.
“I was wrong.” I let out a soft laugh, threading my fingers through his wet hair, marveling at how wrong I was about love. "I was very wrong about a lot of things."
His lips curve into a smile. He captures my mouth in a kiss that’s slow and delicious. My body melts into his, every touch and caress heightening the electric charge between us. He breaks the kiss. I catch my breath, looking into his deep, sincere eyes.
"We're disgustingly happy, aren’t we?" I say, unable to keep the goofy grin off my face.
"Absolutely sickening," he agrees, his hands roaming over my curves. He squeezes my butt, then slides up to cup my breasts. I gasp and arch into him, biting my lip as he teases my nipples with his thumbs.
"Jay," I moan, already dying for him to fuck me. I whisper, “I need you, baby.”
He knows exactly how to drive me wild. He takes his time, savoring every moment like it's a fine wine. I try to guide his hands lower, desperate for his touch, but he resists, keeping me on the edge and prolonging my agony in the most delicious way possible.
"Patience," he whispers. His lips brush against mine with a feather-light touch. He kisses me again, deeper this time, and my whole body hums with need. I can hardly stand it when he finally reaches for the control panel and turns up the jets. The anticipation is almost too much to bear.
The water churns around us, creating a maelstrom of heat and desire. He pulls me onto his lap. I staddle his thighs and feel the hard length of his cock press against my ass. He pulls a long handheld shower head from the front of the tub into the water. My breath catches in my throat as he spreads my legs wider, positioning us so that the water jet hits me right where I need it most. I cry out and grab his shoulders, my hips bucking involuntarily as the water works its magic.
“That’s it, Lily.” He holds me steady, his hands firm yet gentle. “Take it. Take it all. Let me hear you.”
I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. The pleasure is almost overwhelming. Every nerve in my body is on fire.
"Not yet," he says. “Slow down.”
I whimper in frustration as he shifts me slightly, changing the angle just enough to keep me teetering on the brink. He strokes my back, his touch sending sparks through me. I dig my nails into his skin, half mad with lust.
"Please," I beg, not caring how desperate I sound. "Jay, I can't take it."
He kisses my neck, slow and tender, as if he's trying to memorize the way it tastes. "I want this to last.”
I make a frustrated sound and move, turning so that I’m still straddling his lap but facing him this time. I need to be able to kiss him and gently stroke his cock.
“Fuck, baby.” He hisses out a breath. “I’m not ready for you to take control yet.”
“So take it back.” I kiss his lips. Jay grabs me and spreads my legs with his thighs, aiming the bath wand at my needy clit. My body locks up for a second because the pleasure is too intense.
"Feel good?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
I can only nod, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation coursing through me. The jet pulses against my clit, sending relentless waves of pleasure that make my entire body tremble. He holds me steady, his hands firm on my hips, guiding me with an expert touch. I grind against him, every movement a desperate plea for release that I can't control.
Just when I think I can't take any more, that the exquisite torture will break me, he lifts me and turns me around. He angles me slightly and positions himself at my entrance. The moment stretches out, each second an eternity of unbearable anticipation. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushes inside me. The sudden fullness tips me over the edge, and I come instantly, the orgasm ripping through me with a force that makes me see stars and leaves me gasping for air.
He groans, a deep, primal sound, and holds me tight, giving me the time I need to come down from the dizzying high. But he's not done. He starts to move, each stroke unhurried and deep, still angling the jet so it works its relentless magic on me. My body is oversensitive, every nerve raw and exposed. I cling to him, whimpering with each thrust.
"Calla," he whispers into my ear, his voice strained with intensity. "I love you."
"I love you too," I manage to gasp, my breath catching. Another climax is building with terrifying speed. He kisses my neck, my jaw, my lips, each touch sending me higher until I explode again, the pleasure almost too much to bear, leaving me shattered and whole all at once.
He follows me over the edge, his body tensing and shuddering as he empties himself inside me. We stay like that for a long moment, tangled in each other, the hot water soothing our spent bodies. His hands trace lazy circles on my back. I lay my head back on his shoulder, savoring the afterglow.
Our love feels blissfully perfect, like a dream I don't want to wake from.
Jay lifts me out of the hot tub, water cascading off my skin and splashing onto the tiled floor. He wraps me in a fluffy white towel and scoops me into his arms. My head rests against his strong chest as he carries me toward the big, gaudy heart-shaped bed that dominates the room.
He sets me down gently on the bed, and I sink into the plush, over-the-top comforter. The room is a shrine to kitschy romance, with red velvet wallpaper and flickering electric candles. It should feel ridiculous, but instead, it feels perfect.
"Mrs. Rustin," he says, leaning over me, his wet hair dripping onto my forehead. "You look absolutely ravishing."
I giggle and pull him down for a kiss, savoring the taste of his lips. "Mr. Rustin, you're going to ruin my towel."
He shrugs, that playful, boyish charm shining through. "It's not the towel I'm interested in."
We kiss again, deeper this time, and my hands wander over his body, still slick from the hot tub. He tugs at my towel, and I let it fall away, unashamed in his gaze. He takes a moment to drink me in, then traces a finger down my collarbone, sending a trail of sparks across my skin.
"This Love Hotel is really something," he says, his eyes locked on mine. "A true success."
I laugh, remembering how skeptical I was when he suggested we stay here. The neon sign outside, the themed rooms. It all seemed so tacky. But now, in his arms, I can’t imagine a more romantic place.
"It’s growing on me," I admit, running a hand through his hair. "Just like you."
He raises an eyebrow. "Growing on you? I thought I had you from the start."
"Confidence is so sexy," I tease, pulling him closer. "But no, you were an acquired taste."
"So it was my muscles all along," he says, flexing comically.
I swat his arm. "It was you being kind, Jay. You’ve always been kind."
His expression softens, and he brushes a strand of hair from my face. "I just want to take care of you, Calla."
A lump forms in my throat, and I swallow hard. "You already do."
We lie there for a moment, wrapped in each other and the absurdly romantic atmosphere. The future stretches out before us, full of possibilities, and for once, I’m not anxious about what it holds.
And he’s right. I do love him. Every incorrigible, kind, and confident part of him.