41. Chapter 38
Jax
“This resort is perfect,” Sloan says as we exit the shuttle from the airport.
“I can’t wait to get in the pool,” Mare says, climbing out from behind her.
“Is that why you packed a swimsuit in your carry on?” Ozzie teases her by handing her the small black bag hanging on his arm.
“I did too,” Sloan says, pulling a small red bikini top out of her purse.
The thought of her in that top makes me want to skip the pool altogether and just take her to our room. It’s better if she’s in the water before I get to her.
“You two go change and head to the pool and order some food and we’ll get us all checked in and take the bags to the rooms,” I suggest.
Sloan’s eyes light up, and she drags Mare away by the arm before either one of us has a chance to speak.
“We have your rooms ready, but they are on different floors. I hope that will not be a problem,” the man checking us in says.
“Not a problem for me,” Oz says, shaking the guy’s hand and I nod in agreement.
The gentleman waves over another concierge and they each lead us in different directions to our rooms. Apparently we’re not only on different floors, we’re on opposite sides of the hotel.
This resort is one building that wraps around the lobby area surrounded by balconies, giving it an open feel. It reminds me of a bigger version of the Embassy Suites we stayed at when we traveled to play the Tumblers this season.
The elevator doors open, and I follow the man down to our room. I can see Ozzie at a door a few floors down on the opposite side of the lobby.
“Tonight there will be a fire show in the lobby at 9, and most of the restaurants open at 5. If you need anything, dial zero and it will connect you with the front desk,” he says as he sets a bag down on the luggage rack by the door.
“The hot tub is very relaxing,” he adds, signaling to the giant tub in the corner of the room just past the bed, “and there is a really fun foam party tomorrow at noon in the pool area.”
Interesting.
“Thanks,” I say as I close the door behind him. I quickly unpack each of our bathroom bags, lay a robe for Sloan on the bed, and take the slip mat and towels that are inside the hot tub and place them on the edge, so it looks ready to use. Then I change into my suit, and head down to the pool.
By the time I get downstairs, Ozzie is already in the pool and the three of them are standing near the edge with cheeseburgers and chips.
“Jax. This is the best cheeseburger I’ve ever had,” Sloan says with her mouth full.
I take a bite, and quickly agree.
“Oh,” Mare moans as she grabs a potato chip out of her basket, “and you have to try the chips. They’re amazing. They taste like they were heated on the grill in burger grease.”
“Like meat chips,” Sloan adds.
“Exactly!” Mare laughs, popping another chip in her mouth.
“What do you guys want to do tonight?” Mare asks.
“Go to bed,” Ozzie and I both say in unison.
We look at each other, and both the girls roll their eyes.
“We need to eat dinner,” Sloan says sarcastically.
“We’re eating cheeseburgers, and it’s 4:00,” Ozzie points out.
“I’m not going to bed early on vacation, and I’ll need dinner in a few hours,” Mare scolds in his direction.
And to neither of our surprise or pleasure we didn’t go to bed early.
The girls drug us to Hibachi, and then the fire show, and we ended the night in the karaoke bar.
There was a small group of guys who recognized Ozzie and I and started showing some of our videos to the girls they were with, who immediately insisted that Ozzie and I join them in a round of karaoke.
Apparently being dancing baseball players who lip sync, means we need to actually sing.
Only, neither one of us can. Especially Celine Deon.
When it got to the height of the song, one of the girls put the mic right in our faces just in time for use to both sing “Baby, baby if I kiss you like this,” completely off key, and Sloan and Mare both erupted in fits of laughter as they filmed and posted it on social media. Thank god for whiskey.
The bad part about whiskey, it’s taking my friend a little longer than necessary to make an appearance now that Sloan and I are back in the room.
I filled the hot tub with hot water, and sprinkled some scented petals that were in a small jar on the edge in the water, and climbed in. Now I’m lazily stroking myself while I wait patiently for Sloan to wash her face.
When she comes around the corner in that tiny little red suit, my cock springs to life. Apparently he was just waiting for her to make an entrance.
She slides under the water, and my hands are instantly on her.
Roaming her body like it’s the first time I’ve felt her.
When my fingertips graze the waistband of her bottoms they instinctually pull them down.
I flip her around so her back is to me, and she’s slightly leaning over the edge as I lay soft kisses on her wet skin.
She looks over her shoulder at me, and I can tell she wants to say something, but nothing comes out. I continue to kiss her back and shoulders as my fingers dance across her clit.
“Jax?” My name falls off her lips in a question.
“Yeah?”
“Will you…” She takes in a deep breath as I slide my finger inside her. “Move in with me?”
I pause, unsure if I heard her right.
She turns in my grip and straddles me. “I’ve been thinking,” she says, kissing my neck. “It’s really silly for us to pay for two places when we stay together every night, and my place is a little bigger, and closer to the ocea—”
I swallow her words with a kiss. “Yeah.”
We sit under the water for a minute or two kissing, tugging at each other, and letting our hands wander over each other before either one of us speaks.
“Jax.” This time my name isn’t a question, but a demand. “Lean me over the side of this tub and fuck me.”
I don’t wait for her to say another word.
I lean her over the edge, put one hand on her shoulder, and use the other to brace myself on the edge while I slide in and out of her.
The mixture of her and the water creates the most delicious sloshing sound around us, and I end up moving my hand and hook two fingers inside her mouth as an attempt to muffle her screams as she comes all over my dick.
The way she convulses around me and her tits bounce in the mirror opposite of us makes my own release fill her and we collapse in a tangle of limbs into the water.
“You think this is why they made this more like a tub? So you can drain the water?” she asks once she catches her breath and I scrunch my nose.
“Don’t ask that again. Actually, don’t bring anything like that up,” I chuckle. “There are some things better left unspoken.”
She breaks into a fit of laughter and climbs out of the tub. “I’m just asking about the obvious.” Her laughter dies out and she gives me a little wiggle as she continues to walk away from me.
“I’m going to go take a shower. Then you can,” she says, dripping water on the floor, with the unmistakable sheen of my cum coating her thighs as she steps.
“Why can’t I come with you?” I ask.
“Because I have your cum sliding down my legs, and I don’t need more while I try and clean myself up.” She gives me a pointed look that tells me I better let her be, before disappearing around the corner.
As soon as I hear the water run, I climb out, throw on one of the robes, and drain the water.
When I hear her singing through the wall it hits me—I don’t have to miss one second of this ever again.