Chapter Fourteen
“LOOK AT US, all basking naked in the hot tub,” Amos said.
“Don’t say basking!” Misty snapped.
“It’s weird, right?” Penny asked.
“Yeah, it’s weird,” Joaquin answered.
“That I said basking or that we’re all naked in bubbly water? Ahh, must be the naked thing.”
The rest mumbled an agreement. Okay, then, it was probably the only thing they all agreed on.
“At least you’re dressed,” Alex said to Penny.
“I thought it would be weird to be sitting in here naked by myself while you were all out running hairy.”
Caitlin snorted.
Next to her, Missy giggled. “Is she going to call it that from now on? Running hairy?”
“God, I hope not. Makes me want to shave my legs.”
Under the bubbly water, someone ran his hand up her leg. She sucked in a breath and turned her head toward Isaac. His sultry, heavy-lidded gaze left no doubt as to whose hand it was. And whoo boy, that open thigh of hers wanted to inch toward Isaac a little more.
“Earth to Caitlin,” Penny called, and next to her, Misty giggled.
“Um, yes?” she drawled, turning her attention from the sexy man beside her back to the girls.
“Dad’s giving his final speech for the year.
My phone’s been ringing off the hook with reporters wanting to know if you’ve survived.
The rental has had them camping out, hoping to have a clue as to where we’ve gone.
Rumor has it that Dad has requested no questions afterward, because he’s so emotional over his missing daughters. ”
“Missing? He’s known where you were all along, right?” Because their father had phone tracking apps on both of them. In fact, she’d figured Penny had forgotten. That was how she’d found her, after all.
Tapping into Dad’s app.
“So, before the reporters get wind of it, if you want to give Dad a head’s up that you’re up and conscious—”
“I don’t see the point.”
Everyone grew quiet.
Penny nodded. “I get it, sis.”
Misty clapped her hands together. “So, when are we putting up that Christmas tree?”
“We can cut one down next week,” Noah said. “Make a party of it.”
“As long as we get it done before Christmas,” Joaquin mentioned.
“Remember that first year when we used a bush because Misty made us?”
“Because all you animals were going to skip it.”
“She civilized us.” Joaquin cupped the back of her neck with his hand, but she scooted away.
“Hello! We’re naked. In a hot tub. No touching.”
“Wait. He’s not your Latin lover?” Amos asked.
“He’s not my lover!” she snapped.
“I’m not Latin,” Joaquin said at the same time.
“I’m Cait’s,” Isaac announced, and pulled her onto his lap. He had to spread his legs wider and sink down in the water so she’d be at the same level without her boobs bobbing over the surface. As it was, the bubbles tingled her nipples.
“And, Caity Cat’s got daddy issues, so inquiring minds want to know… do you call Isaac daddy?”
“Eww, gross, Alex!” Penny smacked him upside the head. “Don’t sit next to me next time.”
“Well, Noah wouldn’t let me sit next to him.”
“Because you’re naked, dude.”
The banter continued on, but all Caitlin focused on was the hard steel of Isaac’s thighs underneath her.
His strong arm wrapped around her bare middle.
How good this magnificent man felt when he held her—and now that she was stronger, she realized how carefully.
He’d been so gentle with her all along, and she never knew.
God, she loved him. But that might’ve been her new wolf’s feelings shining through. Feelings wasn’t the right word, though. Instincts? Animal magnetism? Maybe because he was her maker, she was drawn to him.
No, she loved him before. It just felt more intense since the change. And she wanted to make sure it was real. She could feel her animal’s scorn. They couldn’t quite talk to each other yet, more like feel each other’s emotions. And more often than not, the bitch scorned her.
Yet, thinking of her as a bitch made the animal feel proud of her. Go figure.
Isaac shifted his arm so that his palm splayed out on her belly, his fingers spread to take up as much skin as he could feel.
God, he was warm.
Her wolf agreed dreamily.
He leaned forward and licked the side of her neck, the same spot that Rhett had marked, and it was a long, lazy swipe of his tongue, catching the water droplets on her skin.
“How’s she-devil feeling?”
Horny.
She couldn’t convey that, but when she opened her mouth, her voice was growly as she choked out, “Fine.”
His soft, rumbling laughter told her he knew exactly. Right there, in the bubbling water, his hand slid down to cup her sex.
She wanted to blame the bitch, but it was her, Caitlin Jane Montgomery, who spread her human thighs and looped her legs over his.
It was the wolf who agreed. In this moment, she and the wolf were one. In agreement.
“Needless to say, it’s late. I’m staying the night.” Amos stood up in the hot tub, dangling dick and all. He waded over to the stairs amongst all the complaints and head-dodging, lest one’s cheek get smacked by his member.
Noah’s voice was all deep and throaty when he said to Alex, “Dude. Are you staying too?”
“Yeah. I hopped a ride with Amos,” Alex said.
“Go bunk with your brother so me and Penny can take your room.”
Alex snorted. “Yeah, no one wants you two upstairs. You’re both so loud when you come.”
He ignored Noah’s splash of water as he and Penny got out of the tub.
“I guess that leaves you, Mist. You’re not driving home, are you?” Alex asked as he mooned them while crawling out of the tub.
“Nah. I’m taking Joaquin’s room.”
“Wait. Where does that leave me? Alex gave up his room.”
Misty stretched. “Go upstairs to Noah’s.”
“No way.” Joaquin raised an eyebrow, then jerked his head toward Caitlin and Isaac. “There’s another couple down the hall. We’ll share. Put a wall of pillows between us, Misty-mine.”
“Stop calling me that. Weirdo,” she grumbled. “And don’t cross the damn wall.”
Caitlin was about to ask why Misty didn’t stay in her room, but then she remembered that was the room she was in.
And everyone knew she was going to sleep in Isaac’s tonight, but she wasn’t quite sure where that left her.
Would he want her in his room every night?
Would he want her to go back to the guest room—err, Misty’s room? Where would she want to be?
She stopped thinking as they climbed out, but noticed that Joaquin let Misty climb out first, and blocked the view of her backside by positioning himself behind her. Huh. Probably just wanted an eyeful for himself.
“And then there were two,” Isaac whispered in her ear. One hand reached up to cup her breast, but he left his other over her sex.
She wanted to turn and straddle him, but that would make him drop his hands from her and quite frankly, it felt too good. She felt possessed by him and that was okay. She liked being owned by him.
“You think it’s going to be cold when we get out?”
“Nah. Our temperature is up from being in the tub. We’ll just grab a towel and head up to our room, sweet wolf.”
Our room. There it was. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but wolf was practically frothing at the mouth over the thought. So, the human part of her would just set aside that confusing thought for now. She would live and enjoy the moment.
There was such freedom in being a nudist. It wasn’t something she ever would have thought about as human, but it seemed quite natural as a shifter. It didn’t feel sexual… unless it was her and Isaac alone.
And alone they were. She felt like a siren when she rose from the pool, droplets clinging to her skin as she slowly climbed the steps to him. He held a towel out for them and his gaze grew heavy lidded as he examined her nudity.
“You’re a fucking goddess.”
Instead of wrapping her in the towel, he pulled her close to his wet body, and enclosed it around both of them. He gave her the end to hold, and then he lifted her to wrap her legs around his waist.
She loved this. She loved being owned by this man.
He wasn’t even out of breath as he hiked up the stairs with her, her open sex rubbing against his body. Between them, his magnificent cock pressed against her.
She dropped the towel when they entered the bedroom and then it was just him and her, and a whole lot of naked, heated skin. He smelled of fur and pheromones and her inner wolf just wanted to lick him all up. She wanted to pounce on him, to ride his cock until they both howled with pleasure.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his. His tongue dueled with hers, seeking, giving, wanting. Somehow, she was on the bed under him but that wasn’t where she wanted to be. So, she rolled over, and straddled him, and when he reached for her, she slapped his hands away.
Surprised, he laid back, hands behind his head, and watched her.
She moved down his body, licking, nipping, kissing, sucking. Each defined ab. The sexy cut of muscles at the sides of his hip.
The beautiful, hard, red, veiny cock that dripped shiny liquid at the tip. One swipe of the sweetness made slickness wet her inner thighs. He groaned when she swirled her tongue around the swollen head, when she kissed up the length, nuzzled her nose into the base where it jutted upward.
When she engulfed the whole thing in her mouth and swallowed him whole? His fist gripped the bedsheets and nothing in the world was sexier than a man barely in control.
“Caity,” he chanted, over and over, like a mantra. “Baby, ride me. We can do this later. There will be lots of laters. I just want to come deep inside you.”
“Mmm,” she agreed, and ran her tongue up his length again. His thighs were quivering under her palms.
“Baby,” he begged, and she loved that. She loved his pet name for her, she loved his control being at the begging point.
She climbed up on him, took him inside her, and then leaned down to kiss him. Over and over they kissed while she rocked on top of him.
Her entire body was wound tight as a clock, winding higher and higher until everything inside her exploded, clenching and gripping. She barely heard him shout her name as she collapsed onto his chest, but felt him quivering beneath her.
She reached for some tissues on the nightstand, cleaned them both up somewhat, and then collapsed onto his chest.
He held her, his hands swirling over her back, back and forth, growing slower and slower.
And Isaac, sleepy Isaac, mumbled right before he fell asleep, “Gonna make you fall hard in love with me.”
Once he was snoring softly, she whispered, “I already am.”