Chapter 13 Work For It
WORK FOR IT
SAINT
I swim up to Anastasia and lean my wet arms across her knees, gazing up into her face. “Tell me you really want to leave me and I’ll let you go.”
She’s quiet, swallowing hard, and doesn’t answer.
“That’s what I thought, I can read you so well, angel. When I say we don’t need to discuss anything more, it’s because I don’t see the sense in going round and round about things when you’re not admitting what you really want. So I cut it off and voice it for you.”
“You think you know what I want?”
“Yeah, I do. Like right now. You want to swim. So get your pretty ass in here with me.”
“I don’t have a suit.”
“Birthday suit will do.” She cocks her head at me. “Or lingerie. What color are you wearing? Tell me, is it peach today?” I demand.
My favorite game of guessing titillates me. She doesn’t know that I’ve ordered in another set of lingerie in even more colors to keep the game going. I enjoy buying her things. Finally, something useful to do with my money.
“No. Red, today.” She may stifle a smile, but her eyes dazzle like amber jewels from the twinkle lights lining the patio. “I really should go get this work done.”
“The water is heated and perfect for relaxing, like you say, since I need stress relief. Sure I can’t tempt you for a dip?”
She bites her lip, unaware of the spell it casts on me.
“Come on, angel. Unwind a little. I promise you’ll relax too, and feel so good, later you’ll whip that work out in no time.”
I cast off the side and float on my back, flexing my abs for her view while waiting for her next move, as if that’d convince her.
“Turn around,” she yells, standing.
“After everything I’ve done for you, you’re not going to give me a show?”
“Saint, you said I didn’t need to pay you back.”
“Kidding, jeez.” I grin and turn, but only because my cock hardens more. My balls ready to burst, I recite the pledge of allegiance. Anything to take my mind off her curves.
The sound of her zipper and her clothes falling to the patio tiles one by one, doesn’t help.
When she steps onto the ladder and enters the pool, the ripples of water reach my back.
I finally turn and she swims close, the red straps of her bra the only color in view.
I need to see more and move closer, but she evades before I can reach for her.
“Saint. We should keep boundaries, right? Some rules?”
“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing all week? How’s that working for you?” I advance toward her again.
“You’re thinking with that head below your waistline.”
“Yeah, and he’s pretty smart sometimes.” I keep pursuing. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to stay away from you all week.”
“Because deep down, you must know we should be smarter about this. I’m only here temporarily.”
“I told you to stay as long as you like.”
“You said I could stay until everything gets fixed at my place. That’s not the same.” She backs up until I have her against one corner in the shallow end.
“It is the same to me, because I need fixing. You can fix me, angel. And I don’t want you to leave.
So fix me, and stay.” I’m on my knees in the water in front of her, ready to beg this angel to save my soul.
My hands reach out for her waist, traveling her curves there up and down.
“And if it’s stress relief you think we need, there are plenty of things we could do to help each other out. ”
“What do you want from me, Saint? Is it only about sex? Or could there be something more?” She reaches out for my face, and at first I flinch. She cups my cheeks, anyway, searching my eyes like a window into my innermost depths.
This level of intimacy is something I’ve tried to avoid with other women since Lilah. Tonight, out here under the stars, almost stripped bare with her, I surrender. I’m hers, and willing to try something I haven’t dared in a long time.
“Who hurt you, Saint?” Her question almost a plea. “I need to know because you think you hide your pain well, but it’s there for those of us close enough to you to see it.”
The fog lifts from my head, everything clearer.
Anastasia sees right into the heart of me.
She’s who I need in my life, a woman who can bring me out of the darkness.
I want her to. But to do that, I have to share the part of myself I haven’t shared with anyone outside of Brady.
I don’t think I can bring myself to speak to her about Lilah yet.
“Someday, I promise, I’ll tell you.” It’s the best I can do.
Worry and concern enter her gaze, then she melts into me, circling her arms around my neck. “It’s okay. We have time. We’ll fix each other.”
“Time is the most precious gift you could give me, angel.” Our foreheads meet.
Then, before long, our lips. Our bodies, too, joined in the water, nothing between us but the steel rod in my shorts, like we broke down the door and can’t stay away any longer.
My hands dig into her round rump and I lift her onto me, while my cock grows even greedier for her.
She moans, shifting her core, quickly adjusting, getting a feel for the way our bodies move together in the water. A yelp escapes her as my steel rod brushes her most sensitive place. “Oh Saint. Right there.”
“Poor angel. You’ve been neglected by those other L.A. boys for far too long. It’s about time you let a man do the work.”
The passion multiplies, firing up my soul.
I claim her lips and hold her tongue captive; she swallows her moans.
My pace is relentless, water slapping all around us, but I won’t stop my gyrations until she’s fully satisfied.
And it better be soon because I’m about to come in my shorts. Now, who is the boy?
Fighting for control of my manhood before I release my load, I lift her and lay her down gently on the tile at the edge of the pool.
“Need a taste of you. Lift up.” She obeys the rough command.
I tear down the sexy red panties, finally in view of a heavenly sight before me—her neatly trimmed glistening core waiting for me.
My eyes trail up her body, appreciating every inch of her, to the red lacy peaks. “Beautiful. Take off your bra, too.”
When her nimble fingers unhook the front clasp, her ample breasts tumble free of the fabric. I groan, watching her dusky nipples harden in the cool night air.
“Play with those. I want to watch.” I lick my lips and head in between her legs. “Gonna lose myself right here. Smothering between your thighs.”
Bending over the edge of the pool, settling her legs over my shoulders, I kiss her outer lips, my eyes never straying from the way she caresses her breasts.
The scent of her surrounds me. Subtle, pure honey with a hint of Vanilla Bean Essence. “Been using my favorite soap in the guest shower?”
“Yes. I’ll replace what I use.”
“Nope. I’ll buy it for you. This is your signature scent now.
Need you smelling this way always. Like nectar from the gods.
” My fingers slide through her wet folds until I find the treasure hidden within.
I take a taste, suckling at her clit lightly, and growl.
I’m going to need more of her. Daily. With tongue twirling, I coax her clit to a hard pebble.
“Mm. Saint.” One of her hands trails down, fingers sliding through my hair.
“It’s private here, angel. Feel free to shout my name when the spirit moves you. The louder, the better.” I stroke my fingers into her wet center, one slipping in easily, three a stretch. I keep my smile to myself. How tight a fit she’ll be for me.
“Saint, more. Faster.” She arches her back. I do the opposite. Slow my fingers, dragging through her walls on purpose. I flatten my tongue in a drawl across her clit. “Oh, you devil.”
“Always, angel. Now lay there like a good girl while I lick you real nice.” The tip of my tongue flicks, my fingers twitch inside, every move calculating and precise, measuring each response, moan, and cry of my name.
Fighting for air between her thighs, I don’t care and stay exactly where I am, pursuing and pleasing, giving her what she needs. While my cock is so enraged, he grinds against the hard wall of the pool.
“Saint, please,” she begs on a cry. I have one job to do and I’ll see it to the finish. Both of her hands clutch my head, giving her leverage to grind herself against me.
“That’s it baby, ride my face until you break.”
“Oh, yes. Almost there. More.” Her breathing comes in soft pants until all the tension inside of her snaps. “Saint!”
Her body clenches around me. I don’t dare stop, giving her the freedom to writhe and contort, until she finally comes on my tongue. Wave after wave of sweet honey pours from her, in a taste I’ll never forget as I lap up every drop.
A ripple so raw washes over her body from breasts to thighs, and I’m privy to the view, right here, front and center for the action. I memorize every sound, taste, and move she makes, praying this won’t be the last time I get the pleasure of her.
My angry cock gets greedy, wants to push the limits right now.
Take her body and run to bed and see how fast she’ll go.
He needs to back the fuck off. I’ve done that with other women for far too long.
Following a slower pace with Anastasia would be a good change. I’m in no hurry now that we’re here.
“Oh, Saint. I didn’t expect—What just happened?” She asks on a sigh, in a husky voice.
“The greatest moment between a woman’s legs I’ve had in a long time. Come here.” I lift her back into the pool.
“Don’t drop me,” she warns, shaking in my arms.
“I would never.” I carry her with me, further in, deeper, until I can stand with the water at my shoulders. We adjust, her legs wrapping around my middle as I hold her tightly. To some imaginary music, I sway with her in my arms.
Her voice just above a whisper, she says, “This is nice, just the two of us under the stars.”
“I’d like more nights like this with you, if you’re open to it.” If the past week has proven anything, it’s that I’ve been alone far too long. As if I didn’t realize how much I craved the company of someone special.
She puts space between our heads, studying me intensely again. “If you really want me, just…be gentle with my heart. If you break it, I don’t know if this angel will have strong enough wings to fly again.”
“I’ve got you. I’ll never let you fall down.” That’s a promise I’ll keep.