Chapter 25 Rian
Chapter Twenty-Five
RIAN
Her body is every bit as beautiful as my brain remembers. The scenery has nothing on the view in front of me. She shrugs out of her robe. I take it and hang it on the hook behind me without taking my eyes off her. Rosy nipples are peaked with the cold, and goosebumps rise over her skin.
‘Get in before you freeze.’ I motion to the bubbling hot water beside us, and she climbs in cautiously.
‘What if one of your family members comes out?’ She worries at her lower lip as she readjusts herself against one of the jets.
‘They won’t, but if they do, they’ll turn around just as quickly. Don’t worry about a thing when you’re with me—ever.’
She nods, and the trust in her eyes sends a stabbing sensation through my sternum.
‘Do you want something to drink?’ I turn back towards the house.
‘I’ve had more than enough, thanks.’ Her eyes drop to my waist area. ‘Stop stalling and let’s see how big that thing actually is.’ She cocks her head defiantly, a cat-like smile curls her lips.
‘It’s only at half mast,’ I warn her. ‘And it is cold out here.’
‘Sounds like a lot of excuses to me, Baby Beckett,’ she teases.
‘You asked for it.’ I shrug, undo the robe and slide it down my shoulders.
Her gasp would be comical if the heat exuding from her wide eyes didn’t scream ‘fuck me until I’m walking like John Wayne’.
I bite back my laugh, hang my robe beside hers, then lower myself into the tub beside her.
‘Fuck. Me.’ She blows out a breath.
‘Careful what you wish for sweetheart, Christmas isn’t over yet.’ I throw her a wink and slide closer.
‘Be careful.’ Her eyes rake over my pecs. ‘You could take my eye out with that thing.’
‘That’s the least of your concerns, trust me.’ I feel around under the water until I find her thigh. Her breath hitches as I slowly glide upward over her skin until I find her pussy.
‘Rian.’ There’s warning in her tone, but there’s also a need that I can’t wait to satiate.
‘Tell me to stop, and I will.’
She stares at me with hooded eyes, bites her lip. ‘I don’t want you to stop. But we should.’
‘Why?’ I swipe a finger over her clit, and her hips jerk forward. ‘Where’s your husband?’
‘With his mistress.’ She exhales a ragged breath.
‘Exactly. Fuck him.’
‘I’d rather fuck you,’ she admits in a low, throaty voice.
‘Did you miss me?’ I lean into her, brushing my lips over hers.
‘What do you think?’ Her hands palm my thigh, groping their way upwards. ‘You know, I’m pretty sure it’s my turn to give you a present.’
‘You don’t have to,’ I say, even if my dick demands otherwise, standing to attention like a fucking soldier. I’m so hard it’s practically painful.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip. ‘ I want to.’ She wraps a hand around the base of my cock and pumps and, fuck, for a second, I wonder if I’m dreaming.
‘Jesus Christ, there is nothing small about you, Baby Beckett.’
‘I think I did mention it once or twice along the way.’ I pull her onto my lap.
My dick rests on her taut, toned stomach as she balances on my knees, straddling me.
I push a finger deep into her core as she places both hands around my shaft.
Her head rolls back as I work her, but her eyes don’t leave mine.
We don’t kiss. It’s way more intimate than that.
Watching her get off as she gets me off is one of my top ten Rebekka fantasies.
Yes, I have a list. I add another finger and she moans, bucking against my hand.
‘I’m close,’ she mumbles. Her glazed eyes bore into mine with heat and hunger. I wish we could stay here forever.
‘That’s because you’re a good girl and you know I’m about ten seconds away from coming all over your fantastic tits.’
Her eyes widen as I back us out of the tub onto the ledge.
If I come in the hot tub, my brothers will actually kill me.
The cold ground hits my backside as I sit, but I barely feel it with the molten lava coursing through my body.
Our lips crash together, hungry tongues exploring, claiming and conquering as we pump each other senseless.
The world funnels down to the point where her mouth meets mine, and to where her hands are working my dick.
My breath staggers as the pressure gathers low in my stomach, sharp and sweet.
She shatters on my fingers, her core squeezing them in a vice like grip, pulsing and fluttering.
I don’t stand a hope in hell of lasting a second longer.
Every nerve in my body lights at once. A fierce, rolling release steals the air from my lungs, leaves me clinging to her, dizzy with how right it feels.
Hot rope-like spurts of cum shoot all over her tits.
She tears her mouth from mine and looks down in wonder.
For a second I think I might have overstepped, but then she swipes a finger through the sticky mess and slowly raises it to her mouth, sucking it like it’s her favourite flavour lollipop.
‘Tonight, you cum in my mouth.’ Her tone leaves no room for debate.
‘Only if you cum in mine at the same time.’
A low hiss slides from her lips as her eyes flare.
‘First, we better get you cleaned up.’ I lean back, grab a handful of snow from the deck immediately behind me and smear it over her chest, using it to clean her before tossing it back out towards the landscape.
‘Ahhhhh! Fuck,’ she screams. ‘Bastard!’
Laughter bursts from the back of my throat. It’s the first time I’ve laughed—properly laughed—in days.
Before I know it, she’s leaning over me, scratching at the same snow behind me. I don’t complain because her beautiful tits are in my face. A huge lump of snow smashes over my head before she hops off my lap and ducks back under the bubbles, snorting like a naughty schoolgirl.
‘You’ll pay for that.’ I dust the snow out of my hair and lower myself back into the tub.
She’s laughing too hard to reply. Every time she almost composes herself, she starts all over again. Tears roll down the sides of her face as she clutches her chest, spluttering and wheezing.
‘Careful you don’t choke, there, sweetheart.’
‘At least if I do, I’ll die happy. Something I never dreamed possible.’ She dissolves into another fit of laughter. This time, I can’t help but join her.
Because if I don’t laugh, it’ll be me who cries—at the sheer unfairness of the situation.
Several hours later, my entire family, minus the kids, are congregated around the lodge’s large dining room table.
The room glows with lamplight and firelight against the black of the night outside the big windows.
Polished silver and crystal gleam from the table, contrasting the dark timber walls lined with landscapes of Wicklow in winter.
It’s straight out of a Yellowstone ranch fantasy—only grander, and with a lot more Irish whiskey.
My brothers and I have traded sweaters for tuxedos—my mother wouldn’t have it any other way, even though this is supposed to be a relaxing break. I’m not sure she knows the meaning of the word relaxing.
Across the table, the women sparkle in designer dresses that could give any Paris runway a run for its money.
Rebekka sits opposite me in a deep green silk number that dips off her shoulders, exposing inch after inch of creamy skin just waiting to be claimed by my tongue. Who knew clavicles could be sexy?
She glances over at me as the waiting staff glide in, balancing silver domes in each hand. A secret smile curves her mouth—small, and quick, and all for me. Blood courses to my dick, and I’m so grateful for the shelter of the table right now.
‘So, how was the hot tub?’ Caelon asks over the steak au poivre being set in front of us.
He fires a wink at me, and that fucking blush stains my face again. Seriously, I’m going to need to book an appointment with a doctor. I can’t go on like this.
‘Oh, did you go in, Rian?’ My mother asks innocently.
‘Yes, Rian, did you “get in”?’ James stirs from the other end of the table. I suppose I’ve spent years winding them up, I can’t expect them not to get their own back, but I wish they wouldn’t do it in front of Rebekka. Or our mother.
‘Apparently you did, if the banging of your headboard was anything to go on.’ I lift my glass, hiding the smirk tugging at my lips.
‘Rian, do you have to be so crude?’ My mother pretends to look offended.
‘I suppose we were conceived immaculately, Mother?’ I fire her a wink, and she tuts, then turns her attention to Rebekka. ‘I’m sorry about my son, Rebekka. He thinks he’s a stand-up comedian at times.’ Her voice is overflowing with affection.
‘Maybe he should be,’ Rebekka says with a grin.
‘Thank you!’ I clink my wine glass against hers over the table. ‘At least someone appreciates my humour.’
‘Is that what you’re calling your dick these days?’ Caelon whispers loud enough for Rebekka and I to hear it, but low enough for our parents to miss it.
‘So, what’s everyone’s New Year’s resolutions?’ My mother asks, eyeing each of us in turn with a smile.
‘Mine is to make you more grandchildren,’ James pipes up, nudging Scarlett, who is sitting in a crimson dress beside him. ‘Because I’m good like that.’
My father guffaws. Sean presses his hands over Layla’s ears. ‘I’m sorry about my family,’ he groans.
‘They’re much more fun than mine.’ She beams at him.
Waiters come in to clear our plates again. It’s time for dessert, but the only dessert I want tonight isn’t on the menu—and I’m praying I get a chance to taste it before midnight.
I extend my leg beneath the table until my foot finds hers. Her head whips up and she bites back a smile. And if that’s anything to go by, she has the same plan as me.