Chapter 10
Chapter ten
Zac
Past
Gigi’s body is a work of art—lean, sculpted by countless reps at the gym, yet still soft in all the right places. She’s the perfect mix of strength and curve, and, fuck, if it doesn’t make me hard every time I look at her.
We should work out together sometime. Take her to my gym. I can see it already—tight leggings hugging her curves, sweat glistening on her skin as I bend her over the barbell bench and fuck her from behind. Get her sweaty for a whole other reason.
Fuck me, another kink unlocked.
It’s not entirely her body though; it’s how she is. Magnetic without effort. She pulls me in without even noticing.
She’s mid-laugh, head tipped back, hair damp from the ocean. Hailee clinks a glass against hers while Cora and Blaire lounge nearby, all of them naked and glowing.
Sunlight bounces off the water and catches on the sheen of sunscreen and sweat coating their skin. Gigi keeps stealing glances at me—hot, hungry looks that go straight to my cock, even though she sucked me off not twenty minutes ago.
It was the perfect start to this weekend on James and Dameon’s yacht.
Dameon’s idea to have Hailee naked set the tone perfectly.
The rest of the girls had to join in—no one wanted to be the odd one out.
The only downside is that it’s distracting as hell.
My focus should be on the poker game, not the way Gigi’s thighs glisten in the sun.
“I’m out,” James says, tossing his cards down.
“Same,” Carter echoes, throwing his cards onto the pile.
I’ve got two aces. I toss in a couple of chips. “Raise.”
“You guys coming to the show next week?” Carter asks.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” I reply. Everyone else nods. Carter’s world tour kicks off in Sydney next week—it’s rare to catch him in our own city, and none of us would dream of skipping it.
My eyes drift back to the women. Gigi’s sprawled on one of the loungers, her pale skin shimmering like diamonds. I’m painfully hard in my board shorts, my mind nowhere near the game. It’s on her—on those thighs, and how I want to spread them wide.
“You win,” Dameon says, snapping me out of it. His pair of eights lies face up.
I toss my cards down.
“You know, I haven’t seen you look at anyone like that since you met Casey,” Dameon notes, watching me over the rim of his glass.
I still.
My stomach clenches. The sun suddenly feels too hot.
“We’re not doing this,” I mutter, gathering the deck and shuffling.
Of course he brings her up. She’s always hovering, waiting for any excuse to be remembered.
Her laugh, light and dry, always cracked when she was tired.
The way she’d roll her eyes when I left my scrubs on the floor, but would throw them in the wash anyway.
How she never asked for anything… and then the one time she did.
Come away with me, Zac.
If I had just listened.
She believed in me when I didn’t deserve it, and I let her drown in the emotional debris of who I became.
“She would approve, you know. If you asked.”
I shake my head, firm. “Drop it, Dae. We’re not talking about this.” A lump lodges in my throat.
He doesn’t push it. None of them do. They know better than to poke at old wounds. Especially the one named Casey.
I drain my glass—Dameon’s top-shelf whiskey, smooth and warm—and slap the cards down hard.
“I’m out.” I push back from the table.
Dameon nods. “Look, I’m just saying—the whole Daddy Dom thing you’ve got going on with her? It’s working.”
I grunt in reply, but don’t deny it. He’s not wrong.
It still catches me off guard—this pull toward someone younger. But it’s not surface-level. It’s rooted deep in that part of me that needs to take care, to protect. And somehow, she makes me feel more awake than I’ve felt in years.
Which is its own kind of fucked up.
I shouldn’t feel this alive because of someone who isn’t my wife.
I love Casey more than anything. But she can’t give me what I need. The guilt is there, low and constant. But not strong enough to stop me.
I cross the deck, eyes locked on Gigi. She’s already watching me, head propped on one hand, lips parted—and when I strip off my shirt, her gaze drops to my chest. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, and she doesn’t even realize she’s done it.
“Come here,” I command, softly—because sometimes softness is more potent than a barked order.
Her breath catches. She moves with slow grace, every muscle strung tight like a bow.
“Over my knee, little one.”
I take her spot, dragging her face-down across my thighs. Her legs kick a little, but I pin her down with one of mine. She’s soft, pliant, already trembling with need.
I start warming her up with gentle swats.
Then I let go—my palm cracking against her ass, sharp and stinging.
Her skin flushes pink, heat radiating from her.
She gasps—part shock, part pleasure—then exhales on a moan that goes straight down my spine.
My balls draw up tight, my cock throbbing at the sight.
She doesn’t just take it—she welcomes it.
Presses back into my hand, needing it more than her next breath.
And I give it too eagerly. With too much force behind it, because it’s not only lust fueling me.
It’s the guilt of everything I haven’t said to Casey.
Everything I still want. I was too numb to feel anything until Gigi crawled between my thighs and cracked me open.
When I’m satisfied with the color of her ass, I pause. “On the lounger, Gigi, hands and knees,” I order. “Face the water. Knees wide. Ass up.” I tap her gently to get her moving.
She crawls into position, arching her back beautifully. I kneel behind her on the sun lounger, my hands gripping her hips. “You’re soaked, little one.” My dick springs free from my shorts and I slide the head along her folds. I groan low in my throat. “You should see how you glisten.”
She’s too gorgeous for words. Around us, the other women shift into similar poses—naked and open, ready for their men. The poker game is long forgotten.
I push into her slowly, savoring every inch of her tight heat. She’s on fire. Her cunt grips me like it doesn’t want to let me go.
“Ah, fuck—yes,” she moans.
“Is this what you needed, baby? My cock stretching you?”
She whimpers in answer, and I don’t hold back.
I thrust into her, hard and fast, my fingers holding her hips steady, so I don’t fuck her clean off the lounger.
Her moans mix with the slap of skin on skin, the sun hot on our backs.
I glance over and see the guys are fucking their women just as hard, the air thick with sweat and sex.
“I need to come,” she gasps.
“Not yet,” I growl, pulling out. She whines at the loss, but I’m already looking at Carter.
“Swap with me,” I say. He grunts, pulling out of Blaire, and we trade places. He sinks into Gigi, her mouth dropping open in a silent moan.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, eyes wide as she glances over her shoulder at him, then back to me.
I’ve seen the way she looks at Carter—no surprise there.
Women get starstruck around him all the time, and if I were a betting man, I’d wager she’s a Pulse fan, too.
Giving her this fantasy is what I’m here for.
But still, I watch her closely—focusing on her face, the micro-expressions, the way her body responds. She’s not playing, she’s right here with me, trusting me. Mine.
I slide into Blaire, her pussy warm and welcoming.
It’s good—hell, it’s great—but it’s not Gigi.
A few minutes later, I’m itching to be back where I belong.
Carter and I swap again, wordless understanding passing between us.
I sink into her, and it’s like coming home.
Her breath catches, her body recognizes me before her mind does.
My hand slides from her shoulder to her spine, feeling the tremor in her muscles.
I reach under, fingers finding her clit, pinching gently.
She shudders, her cunt gripping me tighter.
She starts to break apart, her orgasm building in shivering pulses.
She keeps on coming and coming, her body shaking, soaking my cock in the process, and I can’t hold it back any longer.
Electricity zaps down my spine. My balls draw up.
I explode inside her with a groan, jaw tight and eyes squeezed shut.
My cock jerks with every spurt until there’s nothing left.
My head tilts back, the sun blinding me even through closed lids.
For a moment, there’s no one else—just Gigi and me, everything else forgotten.