26. Mason #2
Her nipples were on display behind the white fabric molded to her skin. I’d been so careful with her during our torture sessions in my car by keeping my hands to myself—well, mostly. But she’d never been partially clothed in my car. That was half the reason I’d been able to maintain my restraint.
My throat tightened, my mouth dried out and I forced myself to relax.
She laughed and dipped back down to shoulder level in the water, completely oblivious to my tormented restraint.
I wanted to grab her and haul her onto my lap. Kiss the hell out of her. Wrap my arms around her back while she ground against me. Tug her underwear to one side and sink inside her.
I prayed I didn’t come in the water.
“Feel any better?” She floated closer.
“Much.” A half choke, half cough escaped me.
With her head tilted with concern, she moved closer to me. I fought the urge to scoot away while I got myself under control.
Lilah ran her hand over my shoulder and cupped her other to pour warm water over my skin.
I dug my fingers into my thighs even as the muscles screamed at the biting pain. The pain helped recenter and focus me.
“You’re so tense.” She rubbed her hands over my back and just like that, my focus was on only one thing—Lilah’s bobbing breast grazing my arm. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”
“You’ve never had a better idea in your life,” I said through gritted teeth.
She floated closer, trying to hold my gaze. “Then why do you look like you want to jump out of this hot tub and run away from me?”
I concentrated on the churning water in front of me and not that way little beads of water trailed across her skin. “Because I’m trying really hard to control myself. Like inhuman levels of keeping myself in check.”
“Who said you need to keep yourself in check?” She got right in front of me. Her thighs brushed the insides of my knees.
“I do. Because I can barely think when you’re soaking wet, looking as beautiful as you do. And it’s all I can do to keep my hands to myself.”
She floated closer, putting her more-than-a-handful of a chest right into my line of sight. A juicy steak dangling in front of a tiger. “What if I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself?”
And the thing I’d been envisioning, she did all on her own. Lilah slid straight onto my lap.
I cupped her ass. The soft flesh sent flares of hunger shooting through me. With an easy turn, I gripped her from below, spreading her legs even wider and holding her tightly against me.
Lilah’s hands went to my hair as our lips collided. This wasn’t a sweet kiss. A hungry, urgent, insatiable throbbing revved in my chest. My dick was trapped between our bodies and I was torn between the wicked pleasure and hardest torment.
I massaged her cheeks, gliding her across my lap. The double friction of her panties and my boxers was sweet torture. With the water in the hot tub adding a gentle bobbing, it was an all-out attack on my senses.
Lilah’s nipples rubbed against my chest and I groaned against her lips. Our tongues danced, twining, teasing, tempting.
Her little noises of need reached deep down inside me and plucked at my restraint.
I unclamped my hands from her butt and held on to her face with both hands. Water trailed down her neck and I wanted to lick up every drop.
My phone pinged and buzzed against the tiles surrounding the pool. My father’s tone, but I ignored it.
Lilah stared at me startled, lips swollen, eyes glassy.
“You’re the most beautiful girl in the whole damn world.”
A little chuckle broke free. “Is that because I’m sitting on your lap?”
Another ping and buzz. I’d put in my time. I wasn’t going to let my father ruin this moment.
“No, because I’m the lucky asshole who gets to have you in his arms.”
She sagged a little, settling more against me. Then she sat up straight, pulled her sopping top up over her head and dropped it on the side of the hot tub.
My phone’s irritating noise sliced through the moment.
“I think maybe you should get that.”
My eyes locked onto her tight nipples. I covered them with my hands, rolling the stiff buds between my fingers. “I don’t want to.”
She arched her back and grabbed my shoulders before reaching over me and rummaging through my jeans and returned seated on my lap and handed me my phone.
“I’m turning the damn thing off.” My fingers brushed the screen and tapped the notification from my father. It opened to the images. Images of me. Of me and Lilah in the hot tub right now.
Dad: It seems you still had more energy left than you let on
I turned my head to kiss her arm when the glint caught my eye.
The cameras.
My molten-hot blood turned to ice. In the pool house, we couldn’t be seen, but out here? My father was watching right now.
I squeezed Lilah against my chest and hauled us both out of the hot tub. I guess the warm water helped my muscles function properly again, or the adrenaline of not having my girlfriend exposed on camera.
“What the heck, Mason? What are you doing?”
“We should get out. I don’t want you to get cold.”
She sent me a questioning, confused smirk and trailed her finger along my shoulder. “I thought we were working really hard on not feeling cold.”
I grabbed her hoodie and held it up while keeping one arm around her and angled away from the cameras. Once she left, I’d try to log into the system and delete every image. “Put this on.”
Her expression shifted from confused to hurt. “Are you serious?”
“I am.”
“But I thought…” The mischievous tilt of her lips and her little lean against me sent my blood roaring, but not as much as needing to get her covered up.
I tugged the hoodie down over her head. “Just put it on.”
She made a noise of shock but slipped her arms into the sleeves. “There, fine, it’s on.”
Next, I held out her jeans.
They were harder for her to wriggle into since she was wet. Now covered, she flapped her arms down at her sides before folding them over her chest. “Everything’s put away. What is going on?”
And my brain stalled. How could I tell her my father had been watching us? I yanked on my jeans. “Nothing. I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Sick? I try to show a little skin and you bundle me right up?” She shoved her feet into her sneakers.
If I let her know my father had been watching, she’d freak out. I needed to get him to delete everything. Couldn’t exactly say, “Hey, my dad was just watching everything we just did.” No, that was creepy as fuck.
“Nothing’s going on. It was time to get out.” I yanked my T-shirt on, no longer feeling the crawl of panic at Lilah being seen. My shirt was clammy against my wet skin and the cool air chafed. I glanced over my shoulder. “Let’s go back inside.” I reached for her hand.
She stepped away, both arms still folded over her chest.
“Lilah, come on.”
“Still sore?”
I rolled my shoulders, flexed my arms and plastered on a smile. “Feeling much better.”
“Then I guess my house call is over.” She brushed past me.
“Lilah, come on. Stay.” I reached for her, but she shook me off and kept walking. The squishy wetness of her shoes did nothing to stall her fury.
“No, you had the right idea. It’s late. I’m going home.”
I chased after her and pressed my hand against the gate she yanked open. “Don’t go.”
“Move your hand.”
“Don’t be angry. We can go back inside and pretend none of this ever happened.”
She whipped her head to the side, but kept her eyes trained on the ground. “Is that why you’ve barely even tried to…” A thick swallow. She glanced back at me with stunned, hurt eyes. “Was it really that bad?” With a yank on the fence latch, she took off across the grass.
She disappeared into the darkness and I shouted, “Fuck!” into the night.
Once again, I had screwed myself and hurt Lilah, something I’d vowed not to do. I wanted to run after her, but I’d done enough for tonight. I needed to speak to my father tomorrow, and then I’d have to hope she’d speak to me again.