NO FUCKING IN THE HOT TUB
CASH
Paige Brooks was so fucking hot.
When I heard the glass crash to the ground, I knew there was a fight about to break out. My ears were trained for the telltale signs of a brawl. Color me surprised to find my wife toe to toe with a townie defending my honor.
My wife. The word sounded better and better the more I thought about it.
I gazed down at Paige as she bit her lip. “Hot, huh?”
“Yeah, Pip, it drove me fucking nuts,” I said, leaning in closer so my mouth hovered just above hers. “But please, don’t go getting into fights often because I’d hate to have to cover up a murder when someone lays hands on you.”
Paige burst into giggles. “I won’t, I promise. I’m more of a lover.”
She leaned forward and pressed her lips onto mine slowly—sinfully. My hands snaked around her waist as I pulled her flush against me. I nipped at her bottom lip and she smiled against me before opening her mouth for me to sweep my tongue inside.
She moaned, which made me suddenly aware that we were out in public. Her moans were mine, and mine alone.
“Let’s go home,” I said against her mouth.
“Please,” she whined, fisting my shirt.
“Wait here.” I kissed her quickly and ran back into the bar.
Walker handed his keys over without argument when I said Paige needed to go home. Luckily, we all figured the girls would be too drunk to drive so Owen had driven separately from us.
I ran back out to Paige and opened the passenger door. She hopped off the truck bed and closed it before skipping over to me. Once she was buckled in, I closed her door and rounded the hood to slide in behind the wheel.
“Why are you covered in paint?” Paige asked as I pulled out of the parking lot.
I hummed, placing a hand on her knee. “Reid’s idea of a bachelor party was a brutal paintball fight.”
Paige smirked at me. “And here I was thinking I’d be the one who went away for murder the second a stripper touched you tonight. I have no complaints that this is your idea of a bachelor party.”
I barked out a laugh. “No one touches me but you, baby.” I squeezed her thigh as she placed her hand on top of mine.
I pulled into the garage at the ranch and cut the engine.
Paige opened the door and hopped out before the keys were even out of the ignition.
I followed her into the rec room and out onto the patio.
I expected her to keep walking to her apartment, but she stopped in her tracks and turned to me with a devious smile.
“What’s that look for?” I asked hesitantly, leaning against the glass slider after closing it behind me.
I had a feeling she was about to get me into a lot of trouble—and I was fucking here for it.
She took the wide brim hat off her head and placed it on the bench next to the hot tub carefully. Then she leaned down and slowly peeled off her glittery boots, placing them next to the hat.
“You know the one rule I’ve always wanted to break?” She eyed the hot tub and looked back at me.
“Your brothers would murder me,” I said, crossing my arms.
There weren’t a lot of rules in the Brooks household, but no fucking in the hot tub was one that was etched into stone.
Literally.
Reid got it engraved into a lawn stone that sat next to the hot tub on the patio.
“Come on, Leonard, be reckless with me,” she said in a sugary sweet tone just before she stripped off her tank and let it flutter to the ground. She unzipped the side of her skirt, and I watched as it slid down her hips to her ankles.
In case she wasn’t testing me enough at this moment, Paige now stood in front of me, completely fucking bare.
“You weren’t wearing anything under that skirt the entire night?” I growled, dropping my arms and reaching up to tug my shirt over my head, knocking my backward baseball hat to the ground.
Paige bit her lip and shook her head, walking backward before stepping into the hot tub.
I dropped my jeans and underwear, and followed her into the steaming water. I sat against the edge as Paige moved between my legs and straddled my lap. My hands fell to her hips and her mouth fell open as she rubbed her bare pussy against my hardening cock.
“Fuck, P. You drive me crazy,” I said, before dropping my mouth to hers. She moaned as her hips started moving against me.
I broke away from her mouth and kissed down her jaw, making my way down the column of her throat and biting down just above her collarbone. Paige rose up on her knees and hovered above me as my tip brushed against her entrance.
It was glorious and painful—this was not a time to move slowly.
I leaned forward and took her nipple into my mouth as she sank down onto my length in one swift movement. We both groaned as I clamped my teeth down on her pert nipple, causing Paige to hiss in pain and pleasure.
“You take me so fucking well, baby,” I said as she rose up and sank all the way down again. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub from her movements, soaking the stone patio.
She moaned loudly before I slapped a hand on her mouth.
“Gotta be quiet if you don’t want to get caught, Pip.”
She nodded against my hand and kept riding me.
I was in complete bliss as her tits swung in front of my face. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to explode in her too fucking fast. I gripped her hips and lifted her off me.
Paige opened her mouth to protest, but I cut her off by pushing her in front of me and bending her at the hips so her elbows rested on the edge of the hot tub.
I stood behind her and pushed inside her without giving her time to adjust. Paige bit down on her palm to keep from screaming out. I thrust forward mercilessly as I gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
Reaching around, I found her clit, making small circles that caused Paige to jolt. She had to get there a little faster. I’d never been someone who worried about coming too soon—except when it came to Paige Brooks.
“Be a good girl and come for me quick, Pip. Don’t want to risk someone coming home.”
Paige moaned as her body started to pulse. I pinched her clit between my fingers and the gesture caused her pussy to flutter as she screamed out. Her orgasm tore through her, and the sensation coaxed my own out of me.
I fell forward so my hands landed on either side of hers and trailed soft kisses up her back. I could stay in this moment forever, completely sedated with this girl under me. It was the type of bliss I never thought I would get. A feeling I’d never had before.
I pulled out of her and jumped out of the hot tub, grabbing my pants and pulling them back on.
Not to ruin a sweet moment, but what we did was risky—and hot as fuck. I wasn’t trying to actually get caught because we lingered long enough for her siblings to get home from the bar. Talking about how forbidden this was could get me hard, but getting punched again might ruin hot tub sex for life.
I grabbed a towel from the bin on the patio and wrapped Paige in it before scooping her into my arms.
Paige giggled as I carried her across the field, heading back to the barn. One look at her beaming smile and those three little words were on the tip of my tongue.
I watched as Paige tipped her head up at the star filled night sky and closed her eyes. Her curled hair was knotted and wild. Her pink lipstick was smudged. She was completely content, relaxing in my arms, and I couldn’t look away.
In this moment, I wanted to kick myself for wasting all those years of convincing myself that I wasn’t madly in love with her.
I woke up with Paige wrapped around my body so tightly I couldn’t separate an arm to check my phone. I chuckled deeply, startling her awake on top of me.
She groaned and nuzzled her way farther into my chest.
“We have to get up, Pip. Time to start setting up for the rehearsal dinner.” I kissed the top of her head and pried my arms out from under her.
“Five more minutes,” she whined into my chest.
I brushed my fingertips against her bare ribs, causing her to jolt. Quickly, I rolled us so I was on top of her and started tickling her sides until she was a puddle of gasping breaths and giggles.
“Okay, I’m up! I’m up!” she screamed through her laughter.
I placed my hands on either side of her head and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.
She gazed up at me, but the look on her face told me the gears were turning in her head.
“Hey,” I said, budging her nose with mine. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
“Nothing,” she said, nervously looking off to the side.
“Tell me.”
She looked up at me again and bit her lip, looking nervous.
“Last night at the bar, one of the girls said something that had me thinking.”
“What did she say?” I shifted so I was laying on my side, resting on one elbow.
“She made a comment about your parents not wanting you,” she whispered.
I stilled.
Paige’s eyes were worried, like she was unsure if she should have brought this up. “You don’t have to tell me anything. I just realized I don’t really know anything about your life before you showed up here.”
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I really fucking hated talking about my past. I had shut the door on it the moment I stepped under the rod iron sign at the base of the ranch driveway and never looked back.
“It’s not a pretty story, Pip.”
Paige reached up and cupped my jaw. “It might not be pretty, but it’s part of your story and you’re a wonderful man. Everyone has scars. They heal, but they’re always there, even if they’re hidden.”
I gripped her wrist and leaned my cheek into her touch before opening my eyes. She was like an anchor, keeping me steady as I voiced my truth.
“My mom got pregnant really young. Neither her nor my dad really wanted me. They tried for a while, but my mom struggled with substance abuse and my dad was a very angry man. One night, my dad came home from the bar absolutely wasted and started wailing on her. I must have been eight or nine, but I stepped in to make him stop.”
Paige gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. “Jesse…” She trailed off in a whisper.
I shrugged. “I remember him hitting me, but he knocked me out cold because the next thing I knew I was in the hospital with broken ribs, and social services was there. I was told that a neighbor called the police when she heard the screaming. My father was arrested and my mom was given visitation until she could get clean. The plan was for us to be reunited once she completed rehab, but she never came back. I was placed in a house with a nice couple for about two years, but then my foster mother got pregnant and they couldn’t handle having two kids in the home, so I was moved.
I did about six months in another house until they moved me to the next.
That went on until I was fourteen. I went to a lot of different schools and never really made any friends or real connections.
When I was fourteen, I got placed at a house that seemed really great at first, until it wasn’t. ”
I risked a glance down at Paige. I didn’t want to see the pity. I really hated when people learned my story and looked at me differently. Tears brimmed her eyes, but her full attention was on me.
“The first six months were a breeze. I started high school and made friends. I joined the football team and girls started to notice me. I was the big man on campus and finally thought that I was in a good spot. Then one day, I came home after curfew because a girl needed a ride home after a bonfire. That was the first time he hit me. After that, the vibe in the house completely changed. I couldn’t do anything right, and any small mistake I made had consequences. ”
“That wasn’t your fault, you were a child,” Paige whispered, wiping at her tears.
I nodded. I’d had a long time to grieve this, and I’d be patient while she consumed it in her own way.
“When I was seventeen, I packed a bag and snuck out my bedroom window. I decided it was the last time he laid a hand on me. I bounced from couch to couch with friends until I finished high school. I was so close to eighteen that I think the system just gave up on me. That was when I left Portland and landed in Montana, looking for a way to survive. If your dad hadn’t offered me a job, who knows what ditch I would’ve ended up in. ”
“I’m so happy you stumbled onto this ranch all those years ago.” Paige sniffed, burying her head into my chest.
“Me too, baby. I can’t imagine my life without this place.”
Paige placed a light kiss on my cheek. “I’m sorry you went through all that, and thank you for telling me.
“You should know who you married.” I smirked at her.
“That’s not who I married—or maybe it is.
But not for the reason you think. You were a scared little boy, but now you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.
You had the character to stand up for not only yourself, but also the women in your life.
I couldn’t be prouder to be with the man that I married. ”
I leaned down and crashed my mouth into hers.
Paige’s words felt like they were stitching a decades-old wound that laid open and bleeding for years.
I never felt like I could sleep well at night because it could always be ripped away.
Being with Paige was the first time in my life that I felt stable—as fucked up as that was.
Paige ran her hands into my hair as I pushed to hover over her. We were a tangle of kisses and roaming hands. There were no more words about my past. No words about the wedding we were hosting tomorrow, only passion and emotion as we poured our souls into each other.
I couldn’t have dreamed I’d be in this position with Paige—to be able to hold her and be with her out in the open. Now that I had her, I never wanted to let her go.
I held Paige’s gaze as I sunk into her. Something in the air shifted.
We weren’t frantically ripping each other’s clothes off to fuck before someone could catch us.
We were existing in our own little bubble.
We were existing in the reality where I got to make love to Paige Brooks for the rest of my life.