13. Dolly
13
DOLLY
I want to get up to no good.
Feeling better than I have in a long time, the urge to break a few rules is coursing through me. The itch as we used to call it. That funny little desire that weaves its way under the skin and only one thing will solve it.
Misbehaving.
Slipping my robe back on over my oiled-up, rubbed-down body, I try and sneak a peek at Hux, catching a brief glimpse of his ass as he wiggles back into his boxer briefs. It’s as perfect bare as it is in his jeans—maybe more so—and I smile, a little surprised that there isn’t any ink on it. He’s always sworn that he didn’t have any below the belt, but in the back of mind I wondered if he’d lost a bet with one of his brothers along the way and ended up with a tat there. Guess not.
“What are you looking at?” he asks, turning around and leveling me with that smirk.
His skin glistens in the low light, just as oiled-up as mine, the light and dark contrast from his tattoos making the shadows dance in a way that steals my attention for longer than I care to admit. On some level, it’s still a little weird to be looking at him like this. To know that I’ve kissed him. Touched him . At the same time, it feels so natural I can’t help but wonder how it took us this long to get here.
And when I get to do it again.
“We should go find that sauna,” I say, ignoring his question. “Go get our sweat on. Fully detox the tequila out of me.”
Hux chuckles. Closing the gap between us, he leans in, kissing me—softly, sweetly, as if it were any other kiss. Not one fueling the already crackling fire inside me. One that has the potential to ruin the panties I’m not currently wearing. I rest my hands against his chest, needing the support as I try to deepen it, but he’s not having it, pulling back and reaching around me, closing my robe and cinching it tight.
“Can’t have you on display out there. That beautiful view is all mine.”
I push him away, rolling my eyes. Seriously, the cheese that spews from this man.
“Are you always like this?”
“What?” he questions, throwing his own robe on and opening the door.
He gestures for me to lead the way, so I do, looking for a sign that points the way to the sauna.
“With all the lines?” He lifts an eyebrow, still not following. “The compliments, and come-ons…the sweet nothings…”
“You don’t like it?”
I didn’t say that…
Truthfully, I don’t know how they make me feel. Yes, I like them—they make me feel special and wanted. But there’s still a little voice in my head telling me that it’s fake. The lure used to catch the fish. Then again, he did tell me last night that I was the woman in his life.
“I…I was just wonderin’.”
We turn into the large open area with a whirlpool in the middle and lounge chairs scattered around the perimeter, the steam room, sauna, and salt room each on their own wall.
Hux stops, a thoughtful look taking over. “It’s how Auggie treats Miss Belle, and they’re the most in love people I know. So, I guess I’ve just always assumed that’s what you did, and have looked forward to treating my girl the same way.”
My girl…
My insides flutter, a swarm of butterflies swirling around, making it impossible not to smile. Because maybe Hux Hayes isn’t as allergic to relationships as I thought, leaving me wondering if he’s been holding back. Keeping a secret from me like I have him. Or hell, if he even realizes what he just said. It’s entirely possible he doesn’t even realize the admission he just made.
“But if you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
“No, don’t.” I take his hand, squeezing it. “You’re the man in my life, and if that’s the way you want to be, the way you want to express yourself, then do it. Just know it might take me a hot minute to get used to.”
“That’s because Douche Baggins wasn’t a real man,” he mutters low enough that I can tell he thinks I can’t hear him. I bite back my laugh, at least pretending that I didn’t, but loving that he has a derogatory nickname locked and loaded. Also makes me wonder how long he’s been holding that one in.
Leading us over to the sauna, Hux stops short. The piece of white printer paper taped to the door reads OUT OF ORDER, and my heart sinks. I was oddly looking forward to getting all hot and bothered in there next to Hux.
“Steam room instead?” he offers. “You’ll still get your sweat on.”
The man is missing the point. Or at least part of the point. This wasn’t only about the sweating. It was about continuing what he started. Then again…
“Steam works.”
I nod, my inner troublemaker starting to come alive. The impish twinkle in Hux’s eye as he leads the way tells me he sees it too. Good.
A whoosh of steam hits us, the opaque cloud surrounding us quickly as we step inside. It’s a good thing neither of us are wearing glasses, the instant spike in humidity making the view in front of us short enough without the added challenge of defogging. Hux grabs my hand, leading me inside, searching for a place to sit. The room is large, lined with two-tiered seating, offering plenty of room to spread out.
“Looks like we have the place to ourselves,” Hux comments.
“Darn, I was hoping to make new friends,” I comment sarcastically, untying my robe and laying it out on the tile ledge before parking myself on it. I have to admit, the steam feels good against my skin, the moisture sinking in, pulling out all the crap.
I can feel Hux’s gaze on me before I hear his grumble, unable to make out exactly what it is he says. I don’t push my luck though. Instead, I wait for him to settle in next to me, the heat of his body cutting through the steam and pressing against my side. I shift so that our legs are touching, running my hand up and down his thigh. His cotton-covered thigh.
“Undies.” My voice is clipped, but playfully so, letting him know I’m only partially annoyed.
“Men don’t wear undies ,” he retorts.
“Fine, man-panties?”
He snickers. “In any other situation, I’d tell you that you were asking for it…”
He would. And in any other situation, I’d stick my tongue out at him like we were still nine, then smile sweetly knowing that he’d never follow through on such a threat. Although now there’s a part of me that is wondering what is on the other end of it.
“Maybe I am.”
I lift the shoulder touching his casually, like it’s a totally off the cuff remark. Like I haven’t been wondering what it would be like to be with Hux since I undressed him a little bit ago. Since he offered to fuck me properly yesterday morning. Left me wondering if I really would have trouble walking the next day.
That is just an expression, right? No one truly walks funny the day after a good fucking. Do they?
“But this isn’t any other situation.”
Then what is it?
He doesn’t continue. Simply looks forward, into the misty distance, reaching over and drawing light circles around my kneecap. The delicate touch is enough to drive me crazy—both physically and mentally—sending little pings through me as each of my nerve endings comes to attention. I need to take matters into my own hands.
Sure, he started it, but doesn’t mean I can’t finish it.
I’m up and on my feet, nudging his knees open in a flash, catching him off guard. “This weekend has been a lot about me.”
“It’s supposed to be,” he replies, reaching out and grabbing my hips. His fingers dig into the soft flesh that surround them, his eyes going dark, and for the first time in my life, I’m not self-conscious about my love handles. “That was kinda the point.”
“We should at least make something about you.” I lean forward, placing my hands on his shoulders, pressing my forehead to his. Fighting the urge to kiss him, I suck in a deep breath, inhaling his scent, memorizing it. “Tell me a secret.”
Tell me a secret… our childhood code for asking what the other was thinking. Who knows where it came from or how it stuck, but it did, and still makes plenty of appearances in our grown-up life. Usually when we want to pry something out of the other.
“I’m thinking really dirty thoughts about you right now.”
“That is not a secret, Huxley Hayes,” I scold, pushing back, giving him a Britney Spear-esque shimmy, making my tits shake. His eyes go wide, and my heart leaps right as a bolt of lust shoots straight to my core—success. “Because I’m doing the same about you.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
Licking my lips, I give him a wink. Something inside me wakes up. No, not wakes up—comes alive. Because I don’t think this was just sleeping. This is something—a boldness—I’ve never felt. I draw in a deep breath, summoning whatever power that boldness has, running my hands down Hux’s chest, tracing along his tattoos and the ridges of his muscles.
“Like what if I were to remove these…” I tease, sneaking my finger inside the elastic of his briefs. His skin is soft, warm, and wet from the sweat. My mouth waters, my mind suddenly fixed on the question of how salty his taste would be if I lick him there. “And then?—”
Hux moves too quickly for me to react, wrapping an arm around me and yanking me into his lap.
“This is where you belong,” he whispers, his voice harsh even in the hushed tone. I nod, unable to find my words, my heart racing. One hand firmly on my hip, Hux lifts the other, brushing his thumb over my nipple. I whimper, the sheer pleasure of that one swipe enough to send my thoughts into a tailspin. “Got it?”
I nod, unable to speak as he does it again. And again. Shit, that feels good. Letting go of my hip, he starts in on the other side, and I’m doomed.
Pure lust takes over, my desire to let it and him consume me flowing throughout my body at a rapid pace. There’s no use in fighting it, not that I want to. Because I don’t know that I’ve ever felt this wanted.
I think Hux knows it too, because soon enough his fingers are replaced by his mouth, his tongue swirling around the already taut peak. I cry out, not sure my body can take it. Hands flying to his head, I run my fingers through his hair, trying to hold on for dear life.
“These were the first boobs I ever saw in real life,” Hux says, looking up at me, tongue dancing across my skin. “That game of truth or dare in Jake Wright’s basement in the seventh grade.”
“They weren’t anything all that special back then.” I laugh under my breath. I remember that game and simultaneously feeling so stupid that I had flashed Hux, and grateful that out of everyone, it was him. “Not that they are now either.”
“The fact that I went home and jerked off to the thought of them back then begs to differ. And now…” He thrusts up into me, his hard-on brushing against my clit, making me want more. “Still beg to differ. They’re perfect.”
I fight back a moan, my core on fire thanks to that last move. I shift in his lap, circling my hips, trying to find the right angle, searching out the delicious friction I’m now craving.
Sliding his hand into my hair, Hux kisses me. Hard, fast. Like he needs this kiss to breathe. And it stops my world. Because, in the blink of an eye, it’s like I need this kiss to breathe as well. Our tongues tangle in a choreography they seem to know all too well for only being recently acquainted, and I never want to stop. I want to feel this same way—safe, secure, happy—for all of time.
But then Hux moves. His hand glides down my body, a sheen of sweat paving the way, dipping in between us and finding my core. My very wet, wanting core. My pussy aches for his attention, calling his name, and as his fingers slide their way into me, I forget where I am.
“Fuuuuuck…”
“Well, you see, Marge…”
I freeze.
An older-sounding voice fills the air, our view still shrouded by the steam. I can’t see anything but Hux and the cloud that surrounds us, but two muffled voices followed by shuffling cut us off. I swallow hard, my heart racing, but Hux doesn’t think twice, giving me a wink, lifting a finger from his free hand to his lips to signal me to be quiet, while starting to work my pussy with his other hand.
“Hello?” he calls out.
My eyes go wide, and I bite down on my bottom lip, pleasure coursing through me as he continues to play. The devilish smile creeping across his face says he knows exactly what he’s doing, and I don’t know if I should kiss him or smack him. Not that I can think straight right now. It’s all I can do not to cry out, my knees wobbling from all this goodness, and I’m not even standing.
“Oh, is someone else in here?” the voice calls out.
“Yup, back here, we’re just… stretching …post massage,” Hux calls out, answering the man.
Stretching…
He continues his tease, circling my clit in wide strokes but never actually giving it proper attention, driving me damn near insane. My limbs are almost jelly, my pulse skittering with each swipe and each tease of his fingertip at my entrance. Holy hell, this man knows what he’s doing.
“That’s my girl…” Hux whispers directly into my ear. “Do you like that? Like me playing with your pussy knowing that someone else is in here? That we could be caught any second?”
I shudder, nodding my answer and pulling my lips into my mouth to stop myself from making a noise that will give us away.
“Ahh, well, we won’t be long. Don’t have the heat tolerance we used to. Make sure to enjoy the afterglow.”
“Oh, we will,” Hux replies, as he effortlessly slips a finger inside me, followed quickly by a second. I lurch forward, burying my head in his shoulder, trying not to cry out as the pleasure builds inside me. My whole body is on fire, all my nerve endings standing at attention. Leaning into my ear, he whispers, “Won’t we, Doll?”
I nod into his shoulder, still too afraid to look up. He’s not having that though.
“Look at me, Dolly,” he whisper commands into my ear. “I want to see your face as I make you come.”
Another shudder rips through me, just the thought of him doing that almost enough to make it happen. At the rate we’re going, it’s not going to take much more.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my hand…”
I do, throwing my head back, getting lost in the sensations. I’m putty in his hand, ready for molding as he sees fit. To do with as he pleases. Just as long as this doesn’t stop. As long as he makes me?—
His thumb swipes my clit—a quick swish, forward, backward, then in circles—and that’s that. I’m done. I fall apart, starting to scream, but no sound comes out. Stars fill my vision, as lightning fills my veins, every synapse in my body firing all at once. I swear my soul leaves my body, everything around me coming to an all-out stop.
Everything except Hux.
He keeps up his efforts, fingers still dancing across my pussy, lips pressed against my ears whispering a series of dirty nothings, followed by a string of compliments telling me that I’m the most incredible thing he’s ever seen. I don’t know if I should laugh or cry or compliment him back. All I know is that my heart feels like it’s going to burst, and that I’ve never felt more spent or energized in my life.
All of it leaving me wanting more.
I start to giggle, unable to hold it in, the effervescent feeling rising in me like bubbles in a glass of champagne.
“What?” Hux asks, gently tucking a piece of stray hair behind my ear. His smile is soft, serene, and maybe a little proud. Which, after that orgasm, he has every right to be.
Damn proud.
“Gettin’ up to no good just took a very adult turn…” I say in between giggles.
“Always knew you had it in you.” He pokes my side, tickling my rib cage.
I throw my head back laughing, loving that I’m this comfortable with him.
“Know what I think?”
“What?”
“We should continue this upstairs.”