Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Wyatt
“Dad, you said we had the hot tub tonight, right?” I ask after I’ve helped clean up after dinner. My niece and nephew have run off to play video games and David and Casey are who knows where.
“Yup. Tonight is our night,” he confirms.
“Did you bring a bathing suit?” Mom asks.
“I’ll just go in a pair of shorts,” I say. I’m not going to tell my parents I was hoping the surprise was an exotic beach destination. Knowing my family, I should’ve realized that it was wishful thinking.
I put on my Westfall U hoodie and shorts then slip on my boots. I look ridiculous because I’m wearing shorts but then again, I am Canadian, and it isn’t so strange for Canadians to wear shorts in the winter.
I trudge across the property, remembering some good times with Casey and Grams. She owned a Seadoo that Casey and I used to use on the lake in the summer.
I’m trudging through snow, wondering what the hell my parents were thinking building the hot tub on the edge of the property.
These things are supposed to be built next to the house on a deck with easy access to get inside.
Especially with all this snow. With no city lights, the place is pitch dark.
The closer I get to the tub, I realize I hear something.
I pause and walk slower, hearing soft moans drifting my way.
My eyes bug out the closer I get. I should probably turn around but this is too good to pass up. I walk up to the tub to see a naked Willa getting off on one of the jets.
“Holy shit,” I say, my mouth falling lax. Her breasts are bouncing above the water.
Her eyes fly open and then she screams so loud she could wake the dead.
“What the hell? What are you doing here?” She begins to scramble, pulling her robe into the water to cover herself.”
“This is my family’s night,” I retort. “The better question is, what are you doing getting off in our hot tub?”
She gasps and clucks her tongue. “I was doing no such thing. This is my family’s night.”
“No, it isn’t, this is my family’s night,” I counter.
Okay, I see what’s happening here.
“They can’t even keep their schedules straight,” I explain. “This whole sharing a hot tub is crazy.”
“It really is,” she agrees. “I don’t know what they were thinking,” she says with a sweet smile.
She fully covers herself with her robe. I wonder how she plans to walk home with that thing on her.
“They were thinking about saving money,” I scoff.
“Right,” she laughs.
“Willa, right?” I say.
“You know my name?” she asks, surprised.
“We went to school together,” I remind her because she has clearly forgotten.
“Oh yeah, right,” she says.
My brows draw together. “You grew up down the street from me.”
I suddenly can’t get the vision of her bouncing breasts out of my head. I adjust my cock. Easy, buddy. This one is definitely off-limits.
“Yes, no, I just figured. . .we didn’t run in the same circles,” she mumbles.
“You stole my spot on the senior year mock trial team,” I say, still feeling bitter.
“I did no such thing. I earned it,” she snickers.
“Only because I wasn’t able to make all the practices because of hockey games.”
“You can’t blame me because you are an athlete.” She’s got snark.
“Okay, you may have a point, but I wanted that spot. Becoming a lawyer is my backup,” I admit and then I shiver.
“You should really get in here. It’s freezing outside,” she says, and so I remove my hoodie and drop it on the small deck. I don’t miss the way her eyes drink in my chest.
I get in the water. “How did you find the LSAT?” she asks of the test you need to write to apply to law school.
“I didn’t write it. I was supposed to but I love hockey. I don’t actually want to be a lawyer.”
“What’s the problem then?” she asks.
I bite my lip. “I bet you’re planning on Harvard Law.”
She crosses her arms in front of her chest. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you were mega driven in high school. You literally told Mr. Gropper I was on the hockey team and wouldn’t make it to practices and then he gave you my spot.”
She winces. “I did do that, didn’t I?” She sounds a little regretful.
“Yeah,” I confirm. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. You probably did me a favor. I ended up on Westfall U’s hockey team. It’s a Division 1 team. .”
“What does that mean?” she asks.
“It’s basically the highest level for college students.”
“That’s impressive,” she says.
“You’re going to Harvard, aren’t you? That’s impressive,” I say. I don’t know what’s up with me, other than I am feeling off about not having a plan for next year, and I seem to be taking out my frustration on this gorgeous woman.
“I applied.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s not like I know if I made it in. It’s too early. Besides, aren’t you going to go to the NHL?”
“So, you know about hockey?” I ask.
“Very little. Every Canadian knows the basics,” she replies with nonchalance.
“If you say so,” I reply. “So how are you getting across this lawn in that wet robe?”
I’m curious.
She bites her lip. “I’m a little tipsy. I drank some wine.”
I look at the bottle. “Care to share?” I cock my right brow. She passes me the bottle.
“Help yourself.” I take it and our fingers brush. A bolt of electricity hits me in the groin.
“Thanks.” I take a swig. “Not bad.”
“It was the cheapest bottle I could find at the airport,” she says.
“Which university do you go to?” I ask her.
“I’m at UBC,” she replies.
“Out west, nice. That’s a top tier university.”
“So is Westfall U,” she counters.
“True, but I made it in because of my hockey skills. Got a full scholarship.” I take another long swig and gulp along the way.
“Please, you were always smart,” she says and then she snaps her lips, drunk.
“How do you know that?” I ask, narrowing my eyes on her.
“Please, every girl in our high school knew who you were. Smart and athletic is unusual,” she notes.
“Do you always say what’s on your mind?” I ask because she is cracking me up with her candidness.
“No, absolutely not. I never drink. I’m pretty sure I’m way past drunk,” she murmurs.
“Shit,” I say.
“Yeah,” she replies.
“Do you ever swear?” I ask because I remember this girl from high school. She was so. . . proper.
“What?” she asks, clearly thrown off.
“Do you use any profanities?” I clarify.
“That’s a weird question,” she says, rearing back.
“No, it isn’t. Do you say the f word?”
She bursts into laughter. “Are you two?”
“Sometimes.” I shrug. “Say fuck.”
“No,” she says.
“Why not?”
She licks her lips and part of her robe floats to the top of the water. Knowing she is naked under that robe is doing things to me.
“Fuck,” she splutters and then her eyes turn wide.
“Again,” I urge.
Her dark blue eyes are wide.
“Fuck,” she says louder.
“That a girl,” I reply, encouraging her. When I say those words, I can now picture her riding my cock and me saying, “That a girl” as I smack her ass. “You got a boyfriend, Willa Lockhart?”
“Why are you calling me by my last name too?” she asks.
“Uh Uh, I know that tactic. Answer the question,” I insist.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“I don’t have time for a girlfriend. Between hockey and getting good grades, my time is sucked up,” I admit.
“Tell me about it,” she scoffs. “I’m not an athlete, but trying to get into Harvard Law is no joke. My family is betting on me becoming successful. I can’t let them down.”
“I know what you mean. Mine is waiting for me to draft to the NHL so I’ll be able to help them financially.”
“They need us, so they don’t go building hot tubs in the middle of nowhere,” she laughs.
“In the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere,” I add.
“Are you always so crass?” she asks.
“Maybe,” I say, and I feel myself gravitating closer to Willa. If I’m not mistaken, she is moving in closer to. “I’m taking it you don’t have a boyfriend.”
She shakes her head, not breathing a word.
Thinking back to it, I don’t remember that she had a boyfriend in high school either. The only reason I remember her was because she was in my law class, and she was so damn pretty.
“When was the last time you were fucked properly?” I ask her. If she was getting herself off against hot tub jets, I’m guessing it’s been a while.
“Wyatt, why do you have to be so vulgar?” She remembers my name too. I wonder if she wanted me back in high school. She said every girl knew about me, but did she want me? My cock grows painfully hard. Luckily, the water and darkness mask my hard-on.
“Maybe, it’s how I’m wired,” I say, looking into her eyes with challenge.
She squirms where she is sitting and her throat bobs. I’m pretty sure she wants me too.
“Answer the question, Willa,” I insist.
“No,” she says pointedly, lifting her chin.
“You want me to get you off?” I ask her.
Her throat bobs again. “Is this a trick question?”
I laugh. “Are you always in student mode?”
“Yes,” she replies.
“You need to say yes or no, Willa,” I urge, laying out the rules.
“Yes, yes, I want that,” she mutters.
Fuck me. She’s so beautiful but something about her is timid and pure, even if she does answer me with snark.
“Come here and sit on my lap. Take off that robe. I want to see those pretty nipples of yours up close. I saw them in the dark and it wasn’t nearly enough.”
She slowly lowers her robe. “That a girl. Come on over, Willa, I don’t bite.”
“I’m thinking you do,” she says carefully.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. You’re in control. You tell me what I can and can’t do,” I say to her.
She nods.
She wades over to me in the water, her breasts sitting full at the top of the water. I lick my lips, feeling my mouth water.
“What now?” she asks when she is in front of me.
“I want to suck on your nipples, would that be okay?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she whispers. I pull her closer and take her breasts in both my hands, then I dip my head, lick her nipple, and begin to suck. I hear her breathing pick up.
“Do you like what I’m doing?” I ask her.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begs.
I pay attention to her other breast, holding them firm in my hands while my tongue circles her peak and then I suck on her whole nipple.
“That feels so good,” she moans. “Wyatt,” she groans, but she isn’t touching me. Something tells me Willa is very inexperienced.
“What do you need, Willa?” I ask her.
“I-I don’t know,” she replies, and I am guessing my theory is right.
“Can I touch your pussy, Willa? Can I make you feel good down there too?” I ask.
She nods, her head bobbing up and down. Damn, she is so responsive to me.
I slide my hand between her legs, allowing my fingers to brush from seam to clit, and she grabs on to me and spreads her legs over my thighs.
“I need more, Wyatt,” she pleads, wrapping her arms around my neck. She dips her head and kisses me and, damn, is she sweet. Our tongues tangle. Her hot breath brushes my cheeks. I’m so worked up I just want inside her but that isn’t happening. I don’t have a condom.
“I’m going to slide a finger inside you,” I tell her.
“Yes, please. Yes,” she moans, bouncing on my finger.
She is so tight. I try to get another finger inside and there is barely room.
I use my thumb to rub her clit and she bounces frantically on me, coming apart against my hands.
She is making the sweetest fucking sounds and I am doing everything not to blow my load in the water.
When she comes down from her high, she falls limp in my arms.
“Did you enjoy that?” I ask her.
Her face is buried in my neck. “Yes.” I want to see her face, but she is hiding it.
“Do you want to do that again?”
“Definitely, yes,” she says. Damn, this vacation is turning out way better than I thought because there is something about Willa that is drawing me in. “Should I get you off?” she asks.
“What would you like to do to me?” I ask her.
She licks her lips and then bites her lower lip. “I can’t suck your cock in the tub. I could give you a handy.”
I haven’t had a girl use that term with me since high school.
“You don’t have to,” I tell her.
“I really want to,” she says.
“You do?” I ask, surprised.
She nods, biting her lip. She reaches down and places her hand inside my shorts.
“It would be easier if you took these off,” she says.
“Okay,” I agree.
“Besides, I’m naked so it’s only fair,” she adds.
I’m not arguing. I slip off my shorts and place them on the deck. Willa reaches down and begins to stroke me. My breaths turn ragged.
“Tell me what to do, Wyatt. What do you like?” she asks, and her breaths have turned to pants.
“Squeeze my cock at the base then pump it,” I instruct her.
She does as she’s told, and it feels so good. She also looks like she is building again.
“Are you wet for me, Willa?” I ask her.
“Very,” is her one-word reply.
“Fuck me,” I say.
“I can’t,” she replies.
“I know. I didn’t mean it literally. Do you want my fingers to fuck that sweet pussy of yours again?” I ask her.
“You talk so dirty,” she says, but I think she is digging it.
I slide a finger inside her and begin to pump. That makes her pick up the pace on pumping my cock. I envision being inside her and my balls begin to tighten. I roll her nub and she rides my fingers faster. Her hand grows tight on my cock.
“Fuck, Willa, I’m going to come.”
“Me too,” she cries out as she rides my fingers hard and fast.
For only a hand job, she really got me hot and bothered. When she comes down from her high, she kisses my lips and then moves to the other side of the tub.
I feel the loss of her body heat next to mine.
“That was unexpected,” I say since I don’t have something better.
“You got any plans tomorrow?” I ask her.
“My parents are probably going back into town. They need to buy a few things for the Montgomery party,” she says.
“We’re invited to that too. My parents and sister are also heading into town. Why don’t you come over while they are out? That way we can be in a real bed,” I say to her.
“I don’t have your number,” she says.
“I didn’t bring my phone out here. Can you memorize it?” I ask her.
“I think I can handle it.” She smiles.
I give her my number.
She gets up to move. “I should go.”
“You can’t wear that robe back home. It’s going to weigh a million pounds and you’re going to catch pneumonia. Take my hoodie.” I pass it to her, holding it above the water. She steps out of the tub and I take in her body: flat stomach, round full ass, and full breasts.
She slips on my sweatshirt, and it hits her mid-thigh. She slips on her boots and wrings out the robe, but it’s still filled with water.
“See you, Wyatt,” she says, and then she is running off, and I’m left wondering if this was a very good dream.