19. Chapter 19
Wetter than water
The next five days go much like that Saturday. Reno works out in the morning, we have breakfast, and then I write in the hammock while he watches and commentates. After lunch, we spend time together on the beach or at the pool.
And the nights? Yeah. The nights are the best. I don’t know what kinds of vitamins Reno Swain takes, but they need to be marketed with a big photo of him and our sex stats on a cleverly designed graphic. Perhaps with some graphs and pie charts detailing stamina and orgasm counts.
By Thursday, I’m completely addicted to the man, and the thought of him leaving in three days makes my stomach clench.
“I think it’s right up here,” Reno says, gesturing to the left before maneuvering the open-air Jeep down the bumpy road. A few minutes later, the most beautiful waterfall I’ve ever seen comes into view. It’s not super high, only about twelve feet, so the fall of water is gentle.
“Wow,” I breathe, pulling out my phone to take some pictures for inspiration. I’m a visual learner—hence the cock folder on my computer—so these will come in handy when I’m writing later.
I stand and poke my head out the top of the vehicle, closing my eyes and inhaling the intoxicating scents. It smells earthy and sweet like flowers and grass after a fresh rain, with notes of salty water layered on top.
After opening my eyes and surveying the landscape, I tap some notes about the colors into my notes app. Deep purples and magentas. Bright yellows and oranges. Splashes of vibrant reds. It’s absolutely breathtaking.
When I’m done, I glance over to see Reno standing patiently beside my door with his hands in his pockets, an affectionate smile on his face.
“You done, or do you need more time?” he asks, and I toss my phone onto the seat and shake my head.
“All done.”
Without opening the door, he lifts me from the vehicle like I’m light as a feather and sets me on my feet.
I run my hands up his bare chest, letting my fingers slide through the dark hair there. “Can I petition someone so that you’re required to walk around shirtless at all times? Is there some kind of organization like the International Association Of Hot Guys Who Should Go Nipples Out At All Times?”
“Ahhh, yes,” he says, nodding sagely. “The IAOHGWSGNOAAT. A fine institution.”
I giggle, loving how silly he can be with me. “They’re truly doing the Lord’s work over there.”
His hands slip around me and untie my silver bikini top with little effort. “You know, the only way to enjoy a waterfall is naked.”
“Is that so?” I tease.
“Uh-huh. It’s Reno’s Law, and it’s been approved by the IAOHGWSGNOAAT,” he says, his voice taking on a deep timbre as he goes to work on my denim shorts.
“I certainly wouldn’t want to be in violation of the law.”
“No, ma’am, you do not. The punishment is quite severe.” My shorts hit the ground, leaving me only in my swim bottoms.
Hovering my lips over his, I whisper, “Are there spankings involved?”
Reno nips my bottom lip. “Violators will definitely experience RAS?” When I lift my brows in question, he explains. “Red ass syndrome.”
“Aren’t you full of acronyms today?” I ask, untying the drawstring at his waist. “Better get these trunks off before I’m forced to punish you. Give you your own dose of RAS. ”
He grins and helps me to get his shorts down before removing my bottoms, retrieving all our clothes, and then tossing it inside the Jeep while I grab the beach towels. Then we hold hands and walk to the edge of the turquoise pool that spans the length of the private area.
The pool is surprisingly warm as we step in and swim out to the center, where the water is slightly more teal. We flip onto our backs, link outstretched hands, and stare up at the azure sky.
After a few minutes, I note, “There aren’t any interesting clouds today.”
“Naw, they all look like cotton balls,” Reno agrees and then sighs. “I miss Sexy Bunny.”
I giggle, but the sound soon fades away as my mind turns to Reno leaving. Three days. I don’t want him to go.
Turning my thoughts to safer topics, I say, “I’m trying to decide what the waterfall sounds like. For my book.”
“Hmmm,” he grumbles. “It’s not a rush of water. Much softer than that.”
“But it’s more than a trickle,” I add.
We both close our eyes and listen as we hold hands, our bodies floating in the buoyant warmth of the water.
“It’s soothing and peaceful,” Reno notes.
My brain sorts through all the words, rearranging them into something pretty. “A thousand peaceful trickles that combine into a soothing melody that surrounds us.”
“Mmhmm, that’s good shit,” he says, and I giggle and turn my face toward him. He’s even gorgeous in profile.
“You ever thought about becoming a writer? I think you could nail a romance book.”
He smiles at the sky. “I'd rather nail you.” Then he opens those pretty green eyes and looks at me. “So there’s a waterfall scene in your book?”
“Yep, it’s near the end. But first I need to infuse a little drama into the situation.” I do an evil witch cackle, and Reno laughs.
“What’s rolling around in that beautiful brain of yours? ”
I love that he likes my brain. My chaotic, scattered brain that’s sometimes difficult to keep under control. But Reno likes it. Appreciates it, and dammit, I’m going to miss him .
“Anna’s ex is going to come into town and try to get her back.”
“That twat, Bradford?” Reno mutters. “Tell me she’s not going to entertain that bullshit.”
“Of course not,” I scoff. “Bradford is going to want to come to her place, but Anna insists on meeting somewhere public. Then Reid is going to see Bradford and Anna at the restaurant, and that’s when he’s going to realize he can’t lose her.”
“Because he loves her,” Reno finishes.
“Exactamundo. So he shows up at her apartment later and…” I pause dramatically. “Claims her.”
Reno’s grin widens. “Ahh, the claiming fuck. Took him long enough.”
“Well, he’s a stubborn jock who refuses to get in touch with his feelings,” I explain.
“He’s stupid for not realizing Anna is exactly the kind of woman he needs.” Reno’s eyes search my face for a long moment, and then his eyelids shutter closed as he turns his face back to the sky.
The silence that follows is heavy, an oppressive thing that threatens to push me beneath the surface of the water and drown me. So I do the only thing I can.
I pinch Reno’s ass, yell, “Got your goose!” and then dive beneath the water to swim away. Even with my head submerged, I hear his yelp of surprise, and then I can sense him behind me, giving chase.
The waterfall smacks against my back as I swim underneath it and surface on the other side. Seconds later, Reno pops up in front of me, a playful scowl on his forehead as he swipes the water away from his face with one big hand.
“Got your goose?” he asks, lifting one dark eyebrow.
I grin. “My friend Evie and I used to play that when we were little girls at summer camp.”
“Sounds delightful,” he says sarcastically before hauling me against him. His body is big and warm, the skin sleek beneath my fingers when I run them over his shoulders.
We’re in a kind of cave thing behind the waterfall, and it’s somehow quieter back here. Darker too, though scant streams of light penetrate the dimness and glint off the rocky surfaces. The water hits Reno up to his shoulders, and he holds me surely in his arms.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and his dick begins to harden. Fuck, he’s so long and thick. My hips move of their own free will, rocking against his shaft. A groan echoes through the space, and I realize it came from me.
“You’re so goddamn hot,” Reno murmurs before latching his mouth onto the side of my neck. I let out more tiny noises of encouragement as his tongue begins to swirl against my flesh.
“You’re making me wetter than this water,” I tell him, when he wraps his hand around the ponytail braid fastened high on the crown of my head and tugs it to the side to give himself better access.
He works his way up my neck and to my ear.
He knows that’s my trigger point, and he takes full advantage, nipping and sucking on my lobe.
“And you’re making me harder than the stone around us,” he mutters in my ear.
I roll my hips against his firm erection. “I can feel that.”
Reno releases my hair and grasps my ass in both hands, lifting me a little. “Need to suck on these perfect tits.” His lips surround one nipple, and he suckles, lapping at the peak with his plush tongue. He feasts on me, first one breast and then the other until my nipples could cut glass.
In this position, the head of his cock rests right at my entrance, and I swirl my lower body, rimming his dick with my pussy.
“Fuck, dream girl. You feel like heaven,” he moans, urging my hips back and forth over the very end of him. “Can you get off like this?”
“I could get off from the sound of your voice,” I inform him, holding onto his shoulders as he slides through my slit. “Need you to kiss me. ”
Reno cups the back of my head to pull me down toward him, and when he does, my body shifts. I’m so freaking slick between my legs, the head of his cock slides in easily.
We both freeze, our eyes meeting in the soft light. “Don’t move,” he orders, his voice going raspy as a shudder courses through his body. “Don’t fucking move or…” He crashes his lips to mine, his mouth welcoming my tongue inside.
As we kiss, our bodies begin to move in tandem as we play just the tip . God I want to slide down the enormous cock between my legs, but we keep things shallow, even as our kiss deepens. I can feel myself dripping all over his head as it stimulates my opening.
When Reno rips his mouth from mine, his breathing is heavy and his eyes practically feral. “I’ve never fucked anyone raw, and I’ve never wanted to, but god help me, Juliette. I want to bury myself so deep in your hot cunt I’ll need a map to find my way back out.”