Chapter 35 #2
The water is bracing with an icy shock that makes my lungs seize for a split second before the adrenaline takes over.
I’m quickly joined by Jackson and Mike, the three of us thrashing around like teenagers.
Jackson tries to duck my head under, but I’m stronger and meaner, and I send him spluttering back into the water.
Our tomfoolery is cut short by the heavy thud of Kassie’s front door opening then closing.
I tread water, flicking my wet hair back out of my eyes to get a better look, and my heart damn near needs a defibrillator to keep beating.
I’m confronted with the view of my fucking smoke show of a fiancée walking toward us on the boards of the jetty.
Her arms rest stiffly by her side as she shivers, and she’s wearing a red bikini that she’s borrowed from Kassie.
The top is about two sizes too small, straining against her tits in a way that should be illegal.
The moonlight catches on her skin as she stands there, looking down at us with a triumphant, teasing smirk.
Her body convulses subtly as the cool night air takes over her.
Suddenly, I realise I’m not the only one staring.
I shoot a look at my brother and Mike, who have gone completely still in the water.
I catch the moment it dawns on them that they’re staring at my fiancée in a bikini.
Mike coughs furiously into his fist and averts his gaze, splashing a huge slosh of water into Jackson’s face.
I’m grateful for the freezing temperature of the creek right now, because the hard-on I’m sporting is nothing short of embarrassing. If I weren’t neck deep in the water, I’d be hauled off for public indecency.
“Well?” she calls out, her voice dancing over the sound of the rushing water. “Is it as cold as it looks, Wyatt?”
I wipe the water from my mouth, unable to take my eyes off her, from that long silken blonde hair she’s tied into a high ponytail, those pink pillowy lips, to the way the moonlight is currently reflecting off the round tops of her tits.
“Come find out, Mrs Miller,” I growl.
She lowers herself to sit at the edge of the jetty, dipping a single toe into the dark water. Before she can overthink it, she slides that perfect body into the water, letting out an audible, sharp gasp as her skin registers the icy temperature.
“F-f-f—” she hisses, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she plunges in.
I reach for her through the inky water, my hands locking around her waist to pull her flush against me.
“I think the word you’re looking for is fuck, Princess,” I rasp against the sensitive skin of her neck, my breath hot against the chill of the night.
“Which is exactly what I’m thinking about doing to you right here. ”
Her arms wrap around my shoulders instinctively, her legs hooking around my waist to stay afloat. I feel the exact moment she comes into contact with my arousal, her breath hitches, and her hips grind against mine in a slow, searching motion that nearly finishes me then and there.
“Wyatt…everyone’s right there,” she whispers, her voice laced with concern as she looks toward the splashes and voices of the crew a few yards away.
“Baby, it’s pitch black under here,” I mutter, wading us further into the heavy shadows of the timber pilings.
The rest of the creek is silvered by the moonlight and subtle glow from Kassie’s porch light, but under here, we’re invisible.
“I just put a ring on your finger. I think we’re entitled to our own celebration, don’t you?”
I slide my tongue against hers, tasting the lingering heat of the whiskey. She melts into me, her shivering ebbing as our combined body heat starts to push back the cold.
“You can’t walk out onto the jetty wearing a thing like this,” I growl, my thumb hooking into the fabric of the bikini top. “And expect me to just stand here and behave myself.”
I reach the point where the creek bed rises, allowing me to stand firmly. The water laps beneath my collarbones, but Emily is still suspended, held up by the strength of my arms. I settle my hands under the firmness of her ass, reveling in the weight of her.
I stare into her eyes, which are still sparkling despite the darkness in the shadows, as my hand moves between her legs, sliding the red fabric of her bikini bottoms to the side.
I find her opening under the water, my finger slipping inside her slick warmth.
She bites her lip, her head falling forward against my shoulder as a stifled, broken whimper escapes her.
“Oh god…” she breathes, her fingers digging into my wet hair.
“Shhh, baby,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, my voice vibrating. “You want everyone out there to know exactly where my fingers are right now?”
“Wyatt...” She tries to warn me, like she’s trying to scald me for being so reckless, but she can’t catch her breath. The sound is a broken little gasp that only fuels me more.
The others are laughing, drifting over the water–a booming voice I recognize as Wes, along with Kassie’s high-pitched laugh. They’re far enough away that we’re nothing but shadows, but they aren’t dumb. They know exactly why the water is rippling under the jetty.
All I know is that I need to be inside this beautiful, brilliant woman right now. I push her up against the rough edge under the boards and release myself from my boxers.
“What do you say, baby?” I whisper against her lips. “You want to see what my cock feels like under the water?” I tease the head languidly against her clit.
Her words escape her. She bites her lip and nods, clearly intoxicated by the whiskey and moonlight.
“Say it, baby. Tell me.”
“I need you, Wyatt. I need you inside me right now. Please.”
I don’t need telling twice.
“I love it when you beg.” I notch at her entrance and push in slowly with a steady inching that displaces the icy water with a sudden, searing heat. She holds her breath, her eyes snapping open as I hit her spot, a strangled little sound escaping her throat.
“Fuuuuck,” I growl against her cheek, my forehead dropping to hers. “You feel insane like this, baby. Tight as hell.”
I swear I’m about to black out from the sheer sensation of it.
Emily’s nails dig into my wet skin, her breath catching as the first ripples of pleasure start to shudder through her.
Her thighs lock around my hips, squeezing me tight and dragging me deeper into her heat, demanding every last inch I have to give.
Fucking her as my girlfriend is one thing, but fucking her here, under the stars, knowing she’ll be my wife soon, makes me feel things I can’t explain.
I continue to thrust, keeping the movements shallow, never fully pulling out of her scorching warmth. She’s gasping now, her head tossing back as she struggles to contain the sound of her own undoing.
“I know, baby. I know how loud you want to scream right now,” I mutter against her lips, my mouth hovering over hers to catch her whimpers. I can feel her shaking in my arms. “You’re never quiet when you come, Princess. Think you can handle it for me?”
I’m panting now too, hanging on by a thread.
She presses her lips forcefully into mine, her hands white-knuckling the back of my neck as the quakes begin to build inside her.
I reach down between us, my hand moving underwater to find her center, circling her clit with a relentless pressure that sends her over the edge.
Her breathing hitches, her walls clamping down around me in a desperate pulse.
A beautiful whimper escapes her throat, muffled by my mouth, as her orgasm ripples through her entire body.
She’s struggling to catch her breath, but I continue to pump in and out of her, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from the moment.
I can’t hold back any longer. The pressure in my gut snaps, and I fall off the edge with her. I grunt, thrusting a few more times forcefully as I feel myself spill into her, my heart is beating so frantically I swear it’s rippling the water.
Keeping a tight grip on her, my arms lock around her waist to keep her head well above the dark water as I listen to her breathing level out. She looks up at me, her face glowing by the moonlight, wearing the most giddy, dazed expression I’ve ever seen.
“That was…”
I grin, unable to hide the smug satisfaction blooming in my chest. “Fucking amazing. I can’t wait to make you my wife, baby.”
I pull her back to my lips, our tongues melting against each other in a slow, drawn-out kiss as I carefully withdraw. The cold of the creek is finally starting to seep back into my bones, but I don’t want to move. Her lips are so warm against mine. I don’t want to let her go.
“Shall we join the others?” she asks with a small, shaky laugh, brushing a wet strand of hair from my forehead.
“Give it a minute,” I murmur, pulling her back into the cradle of my chest and holding her tight.
Right now, in the shadow of this jetty, we’re the only two people who exist on this creek.