28. Chapter 28
Chapter 28
What a day! I think to myself, sinking into the stadium seat between Ian and Ellie. What was supposed to be a fun, relaxing day, turned into a real shit show because of Lacey and Levi. As much as Lacey has quickly become my best friend, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Levi so dejected and hurt—like a kicked puppy. Everytime he gets close to Lacey, she shrugs him off. Yet, everytime I ask him what’s wrong, he shrugs me off, telling me not to worry about it—that it’s between him and Lacey. And I would agree with him, if they both wouldn’t put me in the middle of it.
Hannah, tell Lacey this . . .
Hannah, make sure I’m not sitting next to Levi . . .
I love them both, but you’d swear we were back in high school.
“You okay there, Han?” Ian whispers in my ear, throwing an arm around my shoulder, making me relax into his side.
“Yeah, just trying to forget about Levi and Lacey. Those two need to figure out what they’re doing. Whether it’s to be together, be friends, or take a break, but they can’t keep acting like this. I love them both, but they are stressing me out,” I whisper back, getting it all out in the open.
“Well it was supposed to be a surprise,” he says, wrapping a piece of hair that snuck out of my ponytail behind my ear. “But tomorrow JJ is taking Ellie out on a date, I’m taking you out on a date, and I believe Levi has something planned for Lacey as well. They’re gonna have time alone to figure themselves out.”
“Is that so?” I ask coyly. “Where are you taking me?”
“Now that is a surprise! I’m not telling,” he says, pulling the end of my ponytail, making me laugh and finally relax so I can enjoy crossing another item off my list. I’m impressed with the progress I’ve made so far this summer. I think Levi might be right—I’ll be able to cross off almost everything before my birthday. So far, I’ve gotten a tattoo, started doing yoga, learned how to line dance, went on a hike, went horseback riding, had a picnic, started writing a book, am currently on a beach vacay, and waiting for an MLB game to start. And I’ve done all that while putting my heart back together, making friends, and learning to love myself. I’d say it’s been a successful summer so far.
“And why do you suddenly have such a wistful look?” Ian asks.
“Just thinking about everything I’ve been able to accomplish so far this summer.”
“Your Bucket List?” he questions, but before I can tell him that it’s more than that, Levi stands up and says he needs another beer. Considering we just sat down with our drinks, I’m thinking this thing with Lacey is bothering him more than he’s letting on. As I go to stand, to tell Levi I’ll come with him, he says, “Anyone else want anything?” And without pause continues, “No? Okay, good. I’ll be back.” Clearly he doesn’t want any company.
“Just let him go, Pretty Girl,” Ian says. “He’s a big boy and he can figure this out on his own.”
“I know, but he helped me out, I want to be there for him like he was for me. This is clearly bothering him. He’s a little brother to me. It’s hard seeing him like this without being able to help him,” I say, feeling the tears well up in my eyes.
“I know. I’d hate being in the same position with Sadie. But like I said, he’s a big boy and he knows you’re there for him if or when he decides to do something about the situation. The best thing you can do for him right now, is let him be and enjoy your time here. Enjoy the game, enjoy Florida, it would make him feel horrible if he thought for a moment that you were crying because of him or if he thought he was ruining your trip.”
He’s right. I know it made everything worse thinking I was making Levi’s life difficult by bringing my moody-mopey self into his life. He’ll talk to me when and if he wants to. No point in pushing until he’s ready, but he looks so heart broken. I’ve never seen him look so hurt and down.
Taking a deep breath and giving myself a little mental shake, I say, “You’re right. He’ll talk to me or one of his brothers when he’s ready. I might as well enjoy my time in Florida.”
“I know I’m right,” Ian agrees with a wink, prompting me to lightly dig my elbow into his side with a giggle. Tightening his arm around my shoulder, he plants a wet kiss on my cheek, making me squirm. “How about we come back to Florida, just me and you, that way you can fully enjoy a worry free weekend?”
“That sounds great,” I agree.
I’ve never had someone plan me a surprise date, but it appears that this is something Ian loves to do. He’s slowly chipping away at the wall I’ve tried to put between us to try to keep it casual. It’s easy to forget the reasons why I don’t want a relationship right now, because every day he does something to remind me that I’m worth it, that I’m special to him. This surprise date is just the cherry on top.
He won’t give me any hints as to what we’re doing today. I usually hate surprises, but somehow with Ian they get me excited like I’ve never been before, they make me feel like a kid again. Somehow, over a few short weeks, he’s gotten to know me better than I know myself. He’s gotten me to let go of the stick-in-the-mud, stiff, serious person I had become during my marriage to Lucas. He’s shown me what it's like to have fun again.
“Just wear something comfy. I’d go with running shoes, those bike shorts that make your ass look like a prized piece of art, and a comfy shirt,” he finally says, after I’ve asked him five times what I should wear, interrupting my train of thought. “Oh, and don’t forget your sunglasses, and maybe grab a hat if you want.”
So clearly we’re doing something outside. At least there’s nowhere to hike around here, thank the lord. I don’t think I could go on another hike anytime soon, not after our mishap in the Rockies a few weeks ago.
“Where are we going?” I ask once again, now that we’re sitting in the truck.
“Well, first we’re gonna stop to get you an iced latte, you’re gonna need the energy,” he says, giving me a smirk, knowing he’s giving me too broad of hints for me to figure out where he’s taking me. “If you stop asking, I might even get you a pastry,” he finishes, throwing me a wink, knowing the way to my heart is through food.
“Well don’t you know the way to a lady’s heart,” I sass back with an eye roll, making him laugh as we make our way out of the gated community.
As we make our way to the coffee shop, I take the time to take him in, driving with his right hand on my thigh and the other on the steering wheel, casually tapping his thumb to the beat of the songs that are softly filling the SUV. I don’t know what I did to capture the attention of a guy as gorgeous as him. I mean, seriously, the guy is effortlessly gorgeous, even just in a simple pair of workout shorts, a Rockies T-shirt, backwards hat, and Raybans. Let’s not even get started on his eyes, it’s not just the deep blue of them or how easily they catch mine across a room, or how a lazy wink sends goose bumps down my arms. When he looks at me, it’s like he sees into my heart and soul. He doesn’t just look at me for what I can give him or how I look next to him. He looks at me, not like a tool to help his image, but like he needs me there. I’m not simply there to enhance his image or to make him look good. I’m there because he one hundred percent wants me there beside him. He looks at me like he wants me there. Just me, nothing else. It has butterflies swarming my stomach.
“Where’s that pretty mind of yours gone?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts, giving my thigh a light squeeze as he pulls into a drive-through line.
“Nothing,” I quickly answer, earning me a I know you’re full of shit look. “Fine,” I say, with an eye roll. “I was thinking about you.”
“What about me?”
“Fishing for compliments I see,” I sass back, not really wanting to tell him what I was thinking about. He’s planned another full day for us, and I don’t want to start it by talking about how I was just a prop in my marriage.
“Never,” he answers back seriously.
“I was thinking about how you look at me,” I answer in a whisper, hoping he didn’t hear me as he orders two, large, iced dirty chai lattes, two breakfast sandwiches, and a muffin.
Moving on in the line, coming to a stop behind the car in front of us, “Don’t think I didn’t hear you,” he says, turning to get a better look at my face and settling against the driver door of the SUV. “Come on, you know you can tell me anything right?”
“I know. I just . . .” I say with a huff. “You’ve planned this entire day, entire date; I don’t want to ruin it by talking about my marriage or anything like that,” I finish, looking out the window, not meeting his eye.
“Pretty Girl, I know you were married. I know you were happy with someone else at one point in your life, but I also know that by the end of that marriage you weren’t happy. I’m okay with the fact that you had serious relationships with other people before you knew I existed. Nothing you say about those relationships is gonna make me look at you differently, or judge you. If anything, you talking about it is gonna stop you from making the same decisions that lead you to being unhappy, and is gonna make me understand you better and make me a better partner to you than your ex-husband was. So please, don’t ever hold yourself back. I want to know everything there is to know about you. Even the ugly parts. I promise you, I have ugly parts too.”
Seriously, this guy. How he knows exactly what I need, what I need to hear, before I even know what I mean is crazy. I get a break from how the morning went from happy thoughts only to this heavy topic, as the car in front of us moves forward and it’s our turn at the window.
“Still waiting on your answer,” Ian says, handing me a sandwich before getting back onto the road.
“I was just thinking about how you look at me. It’s completely different from how Lucas would look at me,” I say, taking a bite from my sandwich, hoping that answer satisfies him.
“And how do I look at you?” he prompts.
“Like I matter. You look at me as if you want me there and want to know what I’m thinking. You look at me with interest and happiness. You look at me as though I’m more than a prop in your life. You make me feel like I’m not just around to make you look good or to help you fulfill some kind of notch on your list,” I say with complete honesty. With a quick look and question, he always has me telling him the truth. And that’s another thing, he makes me feel so safe. Must be the thigh tattoo.
“Good. You are important. Honestly, you fascinate me. I don’t know how you do it. You moved halfway across the country, where you didn’t know anyone—with one bag might I add. Levi told us,” he adds, when I look at him with a raised brow. “I mean in two and a half months you’ve learned how to ride a horse, went on a hike, line danced, got a tattoo—a hot as fuck tattoo—started doing yoga, and are writing a book. Seriously, I’d be stupid not to be attracted to you. You’re a badass. A badass with an amazing ass,” he says with a goofy smile.
“Two things,” I say, blushing. “Okay three. One: You moved across the country to play hockey. Two: The only thing I’ve done on my own is start my book, which is three-quarters done, but even then, Levi and Summer bought me a new laptop. And three: You can cross life-changing sex off that list.”
“Life changing? Really?” he asks, dragging his fingers tips that were back on my knee, higher up my thigh, grabbing the meaty part of my inner thigh.
“What can I say, Mr. Morrison, you know what you’re doing. Especially with that mouth of yours.”
“Okay, enough. If you don’t stop talking I’m turning this car around, I’ll have you on all fours, and you can kiss our day at the zoo goodbye.”
“Ha! So we’re going to the zoo! I knew I’d be able to get it out of you! We should have bet on it!” I say.
Laughing, Ian asks, “Is that what you got from that?”
“I mean, yeah. Me on all fours later was kind of a given. You did plan an entire day for us. It’s the least you deserve,” I say with a wink.
“Damn,” he says, making a show of fixing the front of his shorts as we pull into the zoo parking lot, making me laugh uncontrollably. Unbuckling his seat belt, he leans his head against the headrest, taking a deep breath before joining in my laughter.
Finally calming down, I say, “All right, how about we spend a nice day at the zoo,” I say leaning over the center console until my lips are brushing against his. “And once we get back I can tell you the other stuff on my list and maybe we can cross some of them off.”
As what I just said starts to sink in, I pull away with a giggle and open the car door. It doesn’t take longer than fifteen seconds for Ian to jump out of the car, meet me on the passenger side, and pin me against my door with his hips while pinning my arms above my head.
“What else is on this list?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I egg him on as he pushes his hips into mine, making sure I feel how hard he’s gotten.
“Baby, don’t start teasing me now or I swear the minute we get home I’ll have you bent over my knee.”
“Maybe that’s on my list,” I tease back, feeling myself slicken.
“You’re killing me,” Ian says, running his nose up the side of my neck, making a small moan escape.
“If you really must know . . .” I start, but I’m interrupted by Ian softly nibbling my neck. “Skinny dipping is on there.”
“I have a pool.”
“Sex outside.”
“My neighbors are far away. And we have the house to ourselves tonight.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I agree, pushing back against his hips.
“One of these days, you’re gonna have to show me that entire list,” he says, dropping a soft kiss filled with promise before pushing away from me, shaking out his arms. “Alright, I promised you a day at the zoo,” he says, more to himself then me, holding a hand out for mine. “Let’s go before I decide to say fuck it and drag you back to the house.”
“You wouldn’t have to drag me,” I say with a wink, pulling him towards the zoo entrance.
Having paid for a day pass and gotten a couple water bottles, we decided to start with the Animals of Asia exhibit.
“All right, change of topic!” Ian says, once again making me feel like a teenager. Even then, I don’t think I’ve ever had such a hard time keeping my hands to myself. I can’t get enough of him. Not just him really, it’s the way he makes me feel that I keep wanting to keep to myself. The multiple orgasms are just an added bonus, if I’m being completely honest. I hope I make him feel at least half the confidence he makes me feel, half the comfort he brings me. He brings out a silly, adventurist, devil-may-care part of me to the surface. I thought I had completely lost that part of me.
It does something to my soul knowing that, much like me, he can’t get enough of me.
“Let’s go check out these tapirs,” I say, swinging our hands between us, getting on board with his plan since we are surrounded by children, and him getting hard here wouldn’t be completely ideal. Again, thank the lord for vaginas.
We get through the Animals of Asia , Animals of the Americas , as well as the reptile exhibits and bird room, before taking a break for a late lunch, keeping the Animals of Africa for last.
“How about you grab a table and I go grab us some food?” Ian asks, as we get to the crowded food court area. “Anything specific?”
“Nah, I’m not fussy, as long as I get another water bottle and a side of fries I’ll be more than happy,” I answer with a smile, snagging a table with a huge umbrella to hide us from the sun for a bit.
I lose sight of him fairly quickly once he heads out to the actual food stands, so I decide to take out my phone to see if Ellie or Lacey have given any updates as to what JJ and Levi have planned for them. No updates so far. I was surprised last night when Lacey told us she had agreed to spend the day with Levi. To say things are icy between them would be the understatement of the year. Hopefully they can make up and put everything behind them.
Just as I’m closing my conversation with Ellie and Lacey, my phone starts ringing with an incoming video call. It’s Summer.
“Summer!” I say, picking up the call at the same time as she says, “Hannah!” making us both laugh.
“Wait, how come you’re calling? I checked my emails this morning and I didn’t see that you would have any time off. Is everything okay?” I ask, worried since it’s very rare to get a random, unplanned call from Summer these days.
“Everything is fine, don’t worry. See, not a scratch,” she confirms, sweeping the camera down her body. “I just got a little break and figured I’d call to see how you’re doing.”
“I’m at the zoo!” I tell her excitedly.
Laughing, she asks, “What are you doing at the zoo?”
“Another one of Ian’s planned dates,” I say, hearing how dreamy my voice sounds.
“Well, aren’t you smitten?” she remarks.
“Honestly, I am,” I agree.
“So the sex is good then?”
“Summer! Be quiet, there are kids around!” I say, making her laugh, pulling my AirPods from my hip pack I have slung across my chest.
“Now that they can’t hear me . . . So the sex is good then?” she repeats.
“You have no idea,” I say, feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks.
“I’m gonna need more details than that!”
“Summer, I’m at the zoo.” I say, with a giggle.
“Fine!” she says in a groan accompanied with an eye roll. “At least tell me he does the thing Lucas never wanted to do?” she asks with a hopeful look in her eyes.
“Regularly,” I answer.
“Damn!” she almost screams, flopping back onto the bed she was sitting on. “I can’t remember the last time my lady bits got any kind of action, much less any tongue action. I need to get laid!”
“Highly recommend,” I say smugly. “How are things going with that hot new doctor you were working with?”
“We’re not talking about him. How’s Levi doing?” she asks, changing the subject. Clearly something happened there; something bad if she changed the subject—she usually wants all the sex details.
I decide to let her change the topic. “Honestly, I’m not sure,” I say, looking around, spotting Ian ordering some food.
“How come? What’s going on?” she asks, concern etching itself on her face as she sits up straight against the headboard.
“You know Lacey?” I ask.
“Yeah, JJ’s younger sister,” she says, nodding her head, encouraging me to continue.
“Well, she and Levi have been spending a lot of time together. Like a crazy amount. And they were doing a bunch of couple- y things together, but for some reason they can’t be in the same room together this week.”
“That is weird. In his last email he didn’t say anything about them not talking, he just went on and on about her like a love sick puppy, like he usually does.”
“I tried asking him what’s going on and he says not to worry about it, that it’s between him and Lacey. I asked Lacey and she’s said same old same old, boys being boys. They’re both being evasive. But they did go out today. Ian had something planned for me, JJ had something for Ellie, and Levi had something planned for Lacey so clearly whatever the issue is it’s fairly new,” I say, catching her up on the entire situation.
“If they’re spending the day together it can’t be that bad.”
“I hope so. To say it’s been awkward the last few days would be an understatement.”
“Maybe I should call him,” Summer ponders.
“You should! Maybe hearing from his older sister will help him out.”
“Honestly, Hannah! You’re as much of a sister to him as I am. I mean, seriously, you’ve been in his life more lately than I have. If anything I’ve been a bad sister. I haven’t called him in forever.”
“You send him weekly emails; trust me when I say it’s all he needs. He is so proud of you—telling anyone that will listen that his sister is a badass doctor treating people in need.”
“Still, clearly there’s something going on with him, and we both know that tag-teaming him usually works.”
“I’ll keep working on him, promise. But maybe you should think of taking a vacation?”
“I really should take a vacation. Maybe this fall, that way I can catch a few of Levi’s games and meet your Ian,” she says with a big smile.
“Yes!” I say excitedly. “Plus, they have quite a few single teammates with mega BDE,” I say with a waggle of my eyebrows.
“Sold. Let’s see if the league hasn’t shared the hockey schedule with the teams yet so I can make sure to get Levi on a home stretch! Okay, I’ll let you get back to your date and I’ll go figure out how to get the fall off, I need a break.”
“You do, you look exhausted,” I tell her truthfully.
“I am.”
“Then I’ll let you rest and send me an email with when you can take vacation, ‘kay?”
“That sounds like a good idea. Love you, Hannah Banana.”
“Love you too, Summer,” I say, hanging up just as I spot Ian making his way over with a tray full of food.
“Who was that on the phone?” he asks, setting the tray down and settling down on the chair in front of me.
“Summer. She looks exhausted,” I explain grabbing a water bottle and container of fries. “At least she’s gonna try to get some time off this fall to come spend a few weeks and catch a few of your games.”
“Good, from what I understand the girl could use a break,” Ian agrees, taking a bite of his hotdog.
Scarfing down our fries and hotdogs like starving animals, we quickly leave our table to a mom with three kids looking for a spot to sit down. After spending a couple of hours going through the Animals of Africa and watching baby hippos play around in their pond, we make our way back to the house, which thankfully we still have to ourselves, just as the sun starts going down.
Looks like everything is going okay with Lacey and Levi, and Ellie texted the group chat saying that JJ had actually booked them a hotel room for the night.
“Looks like we have the house to ourselves tonight,” I tell Ian, as we pull back into the driveway of his house.
“Just as I planned,” he fires back with a wink, opening his car door, and jogging around the front of the car to open mine. “My lady,” he says with a flourish, opening my door.
“And what is your plan?” I ask, grabbing his hand, making our way to the front door.
“Like I said, I have a few things we can cross off your list.”
“And what are those things?” I ask again.
“Pretty Girl, you know I’m not gonna tell you,” he says with a smirk. “Now, how about you go get that little red bikini on, while I order some sushi and we go enjoy that pool and hot tub in the back?”
“The red bikini?” I ask with a raised brow.
“Please?” he asks, pulling the end of my ponytail. “If you do, I’ll pour you a glass of your favorite wine?” he says, giving me a puppy dog look.
“Fine,” I say with a giggle and eye roll, turning to make my way upstairs to change into my apparently famous red bikini.
After slipping into the shower real quick to rinse off the day, I get out to look at myself in the mirror. I almost don’t recognize the woman staring back at me. Her face is bare of makeup, yet her cheeks have a light dusting of pink across them. Colored by the excitement of life. Dropping the towel I have loosely wrapped around me, I give myself a once over, turning around to give my back a quick peek. My eyes stumble on a small purple bruise at the top of my left butt cheek,and I’m instantly brought back to last night.
I woke up to the feeling of soft fingers trailing down my side, and Ian’s nose running up the length of my neck, dropping small kisses along the way as he spooned me from behind. Not one to miss the opportunity of being touched by him, I easily pushed back against him feeling him harden even more against my butt. Before I knew it, I was flipped over and straddling his impressive length, thankfully we had fallen asleep naked. Unable to keep quiet, he quickly changed positions, with him taking me from behind.
Shivering with a full body blush, I make my way back into our room to slip on the bathing suit. Halfway down the stairs, I stop. This is the first time I’ve put on a bathing suit without any feeling of insecurity. Without poking at my thighs, or stretch marks, or cellulite.
Well fuck me sideways. I love him. I mean I knew I was getting there, but I hadn’t realized I was already there. In just ten short weeks, I fell in love with Ian. And it doesn’t scare me. Shaking my head, I feel a smile stretch across my face as I realize this twenty-three-year-old man that I was so afraid to let in, to get to know, not only made me fall in love with him but with myself again. Between the interest in my Bucket List and helping me cross some things off, to always having my coffee ready, to the endless surprises—it’s like he knows I secretly like them—the encouragement and everything else he does for me without a thought, he’s shown me what a real relationship should be. What being able to officially call him mine would look like.
Stepping out onto the back porch, I hear soft music playing on the portable speaker beside a bottle of wine and tea lights surrounding and floating in the pool. What I don’t see is Ian. He must have gone to take a shower in the downstairs bathroom , I think to myself as I sink onto the side of the pool, letting my feet softly kick through the water, a goofy smile still on my face from my early revelation.
“Supper is served,” I hear from behind. Turning my head, I see Ian joining me in the backyard with a tray of sushi.
“Just in time,” I say, approaching him as my stomach growls.
“The stars are gorgeous out here,” I comment.
“It’s why I got this place, or, one of the reasons I picked this house,” Ian answers, making his way to where I’m leaning against the pool wall. “I spent way too much time as a kid looking up at the stars with my parents to not have access to the stars every night. It’s what I hate the most about traveling all the time during the season. I can’t just step out and relax under the stars. Most cities have too much light pollution to enjoy them.”
“I’ve never really spent time looking at the stars, but I can definitely see the appeal; it’s so peaceful.”
“This is nothing. You should see the stars from the middle of one of the fields back at the ranch.”
“I can just imagine.”
“How about when we get back home, we take another ride out to the fields by the creek and sleep under the stars?” he offers, stepping into my space until his front is pressed against mine. “What do you think about that, you couldn’t cross an overnight hike off your list, but I think camping out in a field could be a good compromise?”
“I think you like spoiling me,” I answer, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“That’s just spending time with you, I haven’t had the chance to spoil you yet. I was waiting for a New York game to send you off to fifth avenue with my credit card for that.”
He sees us together after this summer. He sees us together during the hockey season. We haven’t really talked about what would happen once summer was over. The last time we broached the subject I told him I wasn’t looking for anything serious. We said we were exclusive, and he did say he was in for the long haul, but we never actually defined what we are.
I know he said was going to wait for me, that he was going to give me time to be ready for a relationship, but knowing he’s planning ahead like this settles me, but it shouldn’t. It shouldn’t, right? I ask myself. I can’t feel this way. I need to get my two feet on the ground first.
Do you though? The voice inside my head questions.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, pulling away to see my face. “Shit, I guess we didn’t really talk about the future or anything like that. I promised you I wasn’t going to pressure you. I know we said we were exclusive, and I told you that you were mine—that I would wait for you to be ready. So forget what I just suggested . . .”
“Ian,” I interrupt, running a hand up his chest to cup the side of his face, realizing that I made a mistake by not being completely honest with him. By using the excuse of keeping my heart safe, I never thought of the insecurities I was creating and feeding in him. “I like, no, love, that you see this as more than a fling,” I say, looking at him in the eyes, seeing them soften at the realization that he didn’t say anything out of line. Looking away, I know that I’m not being completely honest with him or with myself.
I do love that he doesn’t see this as a fling. That he sees a future in us. I’m just stuck. Part of me wants to put an end to this pseudo friends-with-benefits thing we have going on. He’s shown me over and over where he stands. How he sees me. I just can’t . . . I don’t know what’s stopping me, but I can’t jump in with him right now.
He interrupts my jumbling thoughts by dropping a searing kiss onto my lips, making me forget how to breathe. “Hannah. Hannah. Hannah, I can see you getting lost in your head. Not tonight. Let me take care of you, not thinking, okay?” Running soft kisses along my neck, his touch makes me shiver and my nipples turn to hard points against his naked chest. Slowly, his hand leaves my hip, making its way to my knee to hook my leg around his hip, pressing me tightly against the ridge in the front of his swim trunks, making me moan out a soft please .
I can’t tell you if I’m begging for him to tell me what he thought, or for him to keep working my body the way he knows brings me over the edge in minutes.
“When I first saw you, everything else disappeared. Like I was holding a breath I didn’t know I was finally able to exhale, but I told you this already. The next day, after hitting the ice with the boys,” he starts, running his fingers softly back up from my knee, to the back of my neck where he softly squeezes before pulling at the tie of my bathing suit top, undoing it, and running his hand down my spine, making me moan as his hands drop to my butt. “Damn this ass . . . I was so taken aback that I made a complete fool of myself at the bar when I finally got to talk to you.”
Before I can even formulate a thought, he continues, “Now, enough talking, let’s work on crossing some items off that Bucket List of yours, starting with skinny dipping.” He slowly pulls the bows laying on both of my hips, before pulling my bottom off from the back.
I moan at the friction he just caused against my needy center. “That sounds like a good idea,” I agree breathlessly.
“Good, now be a good girl and spread for me.” Without giving me a second to think about what he just asked, too lost in the lust and heat pooling at my center at being called a good girl—damn those romance novels were right—he has me sitting on the edge of the pool, so his face is directly in line with where I want him most.
“That’s my girl,” he says, illicing a deep moan from me. At his praise I widen my legs a little bit more. He hasn’t even really touched me yet, yet I’m ready to explode.
“Ian, please,” I groan out, as he slowly trails soft kisses up my inner thigh.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, with a smirk.
“Touch me. Please. Just touch me!” I beg with another moan, my hand reaching for his hair, pulling his mouth exactly where I want it.
“That’s it, show me what you want,” he says, firmly swiping his tongue from top to bottom.
Unable to stop myself, lost in the need to come, I do exactly as he says. Not letting go of the back of his head, I drag his mouth up and tilt my hips down so his mouth is directly over my clit. He gets the message right away, pointing his tongue, swiping at my little magic button at a leisurely pace.
“Ian . . . Right there, Ian,” I moan out again, losing my hold on the back of his head, as he slips two fingers inside me, hitting my G-spot on the first try, making me lean back on my elbows. Looking down at him, I see he has his eyes focused on my face. Instead of feeling embarrassed, seeing him so intent on my pleasure has my tipping over the edge as I scream out his name and throw my head back, lost in the feeling of being loved on by Ian.
“You okay there, Hannah?” Ian asks, rubbing small circles onto the outside of my thighs, with a smirk and a twinkle in his eyes as I make my way back onto my elbows to meet his eyes with a blush coating my cheeks.
“Better than okay. I swear I come harder and harder every time,” I say, unable to filter my thoughts, making my blush deepen and him laugh.
“Good to know I rock your world, babe.” Making me giggle in return and slide back into the pool, wrapping myself around his wet body.
“I’m pretty sure having sex outside is on my List.”
Sneaking a hand down between our bodies, I squeeze his erection.
“That was just a warm up.” He lowers his mouth to mine, nipping at my bottom lip begging for entrance. Allowing his tongue to snake in against mine, I groan at the taste of myself that still lingers on his lips.
Disentangling myself from him, I slowly get out of the pool, making sure he gets a good view. “Before we get to that, how about you come join me here so I can finally return the favor.”
Not needing to be told twice, he quickly gets out of the pool, joining me by the lounge chairs placed along the edge of the pool. Making him sit, I waste no time straddling his thighs.
“You know what you haven’t let me do, yet?” I coyly ask, leaning back to untie his swim trunk so I can wrap my hand around his cock, running my hand along his length a few times, before leaning in, licking up the side of his neck until I get to his ear. “You haven’t let me taste you on my tongue properly.” Feeling him shiver against me, I waste no time making my way down his body, until I come face to face with his ever impressive cock.
Sure, I’ve sucked his cock plenty of times, but he’s never finished down my throat—always pulling back before so he can come inside of me. But not tonight, at least not this time tonight, this time he’s coming on my tongue.
Gripping him in my hand, I take my time worshiping the tip with my tongue, licking at his slit and pulling a moan deep from his chest, before dragging my tongue down his entire length and back up before taking him deep into my mouth with a strong suck.
“Fuck, Hannah!” he says, wrapping my hair in his hand as he starts to pump his hips in sync with my motion. Encouraged by him, I take him deeper until he’s well into my throat and my lips are pressed against his hips.
“That’s it, take me down your throat.” With a moan, he adds, “Keep that up and you’ll have me coming down your throat in seconds.” Feeling me moan around his dick at his words, he says, “Fuck, that’s what you want? You want my cum sliding down your throat.”
Moaning against him again, I see him throw his head back as his fist tights in my hair encouraging me to suck on just the tip, slicing my tongue along his slit before deep throating him again.
“I’m gonna come. I’m coming,” he says, as I taste the jet of cum hit my tongue making me moan along with him. Once he catches his breath, his eyes focus on me, still kneeling in front of him, before pulling me up so my chest is against his pulling me in for a steering kiss.
Pulling away a few minutes later, he says “Thank God I was sitting down for that. There’s no way I would or could have stayed standing. Seriously, you’re going to have to give me a few minutes before I can actually fuck you on all fours like you promised this morning, and so we can cross another item off you List. My legs are still too shaky.”
Laughing, I drop a soft kiss on his lips, before cuddling into his chest as he wraps his arms around me pulling me in tighter.