Skyler
“Best. Spring. Break. Ever,” Kip says on a long sigh as he slips into the hot tub.
He groans more and more as the warm water envelops him, and I smile as I take in the view of his chest and abs, and the incredible Colorado sunset casting orange and pink rays over the snow-covered mountains behind him.
“Even better than last year?”
“Last year was a disaster,” he says.
“Well, yes, in the sense that we had a huge fight. But,” I add as I strip out of my robe and lay it over one of the nearby chairs. “We also had a lot of fun. And some pretty hot sex, if I remember right.”
“Our sex has always been on fire.”
“Okay, Kings of Leon.”
Kip smiles, and then lets out a whistle as I climb the little steps up to the hot tub. “Damn, girl. Get your fine ass in here so I can hold you already.”
I let out a groan of my own when the water climbs up my legs, over my hips and up to the middle of my chest as I sink all the way in. After a long day of learning how to ski, my body feels like I’ve been flatlined by a steamroller.
“God, I think I found muscles I didn’t know existed today,” I say, wincing against another wave of soreness as I sink down farther and sit next to Kip.
He tucks me under one arm with a kiss to my temple. “Yeah, skiing definitely makes you sore. But it’s so fucking fun that it’s worth it.”
“Speak for yourself,” I say, massaging my calves under the water. “I think Cassie and I are going to hang back in the village tomorrow and day drink.”
“Over it already?”
“Let’s just say I have no desire to tear my ACL or break my neck, and I don’t have the grace to feel confident that either of those are off the table.”
Kip laughs. “I grew up skiing. Every winter, Dad would load me and Mom up in the van and we’d drive to Salt Lake City.” He pauses. “Well, every winter Dad was home, anyway. Never knew with the Army.”
I smile, rubbing his hip under the water. “I bet that was fun.”
“It was. Some of my favorite memories of us together as a family are from being on the slopes or playing board games back in our cabin.”
“How’s Mom doing?”
“She’s good, holding up. Wants me to come home for the summer. But with the show…”
“Maybe we could go visit for a long weekend.”
“I know she’d love to see you.”
“Well, I’d love to see her. And besides, you’ll want a break by then.”
Kip laughs at that. “Highly doubtful. The more likely scenario is that you’ll have to pack my bags for me and force me on a flight.” He shakes his head with a lazy smile on his lips. “I’m already obsessed with the project. I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m even dreaming about it.”
I smile, but my stomach pinches in the same breath, because while I’m happy he’s enjoying making the show, I know Natalia is a big part of it.
And I can’t shake my distrust for her.
Ever since they started filming, and especially since the KKB date auction, Natalia has just been around.
No matter where I meet up with Kip, and no matter what kind of day it is for the show, she’s always there.
Either she’s filming or she’s volunteering to help with something else.
Even when it’s not one of her scenes, she’s on set, helping Kip or costume design or set design or whatever she can think of.
She’s not even above running to get coffee or food for the crew.
Which, of course, means everyone loves her.
How could they not? She’s always there to help, never says no to a task, always dependable. She’s funny and cute and smart. And since I’ve made it my mission to befriend her, I’ve been out with her and the rest of the crew a handful of times now.
And every time, she’s been an absolute blast.
She can go with me shot for shot, loves to dance and party and stay up all night, and is always somehow just together enough to help someone else if they get too drunk.
I wish I didn’t hate her.
If I didn’t hate her, I bet we’d be actual friends and not just the fake friends I’ve made us so I can keep an eye on her. I bet we’d party and laugh and get into way too much trouble together.
But I can’t shake that she’s got the hots for Kip, and that she’s waiting for her perfect time to strike.
I don’t trust her.
And I hate that Kip does.
“I need to talk to you about something,” I say, sliding into Kip’s lap. I straddle him, lacing my arms around his neck as his hands find my hips.
“Mmm, well, whatever it is, this might not be the best position to talk in,” he says with a grind of his pelvis against mine. “I can’t think when your tits are in my face and you’re riding me like this.”
“You want to fuck me in this hot tub, don’t you?”
Kip groans and bites his lip, gripping my hips even tighter. “God, do I.”
“Even knowing the rest of the crew could come back at any second?”
“Even still.”
I chuckle, kissing him as he wraps his arms around me.
When we made the decision to do Breckenridge for Spring Break, we had no idea we’d be basically bringing all of Palm South with us.
Of course, Omega Chi and Kappa Kappa Beta are here, but when Adam found out about our plans, he threw Alpha Sigma into the mix, too.
And since they’re now the hottest fraternity on campus, that meant the rest of Greek Row was right behind.
We quickly realized that getting one place for everyone wasn’t possible, so we all split up, and Bear and I booked a sick cabin just outside of town that sleeps ten and has a deck with a hot tub.
Our first night here was rowdy as hell, but right now, it’s just me and Kip, since everyone else hasn’t made it back from the slopes yet.
Kip’s hands slide down my back, slipping under my swimsuit bottoms to cup my ass and drag me against him.
“Look,” I say against his next kiss, threading my hands into his hair. “I know you’re oblivious.” Kiss. “Because you’re focused on the show.” Ass squeeze. Kiss. “But Natalia wants you.”
At that, Kip breaks our kiss and pulls back with a confused expression. “What?”
I sigh. “I know I sound ridiculous, which is part of the reason I’ve held off on saying anything. But… I just worry and… Kip, that girl wants you. Bad. And she’s just waiting for the right time to make a move.”
“Babe,” Kip says through a laugh. “All Natalia wants from me is a ticket to Los Angeles. She’s buttering all of us up because she wants to be a movie star, and honestly, I think her dedication to the project is admirable, considering it’s just a college web series.”
I frown, shoulders slumping as I lean back, but Kip holds me in his lap. “Do you honestly not see the way she looks at you?”
Kip chuckles, threading his hands at the small of my back. “No. I don’t see how any girl looks at me, because the one I have is too fucking gorgeous to see anyone else.”
I smile, but my lip is still in a protruding pout.
Kip thumbs it with a grin. “I’m all yours, baby. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Just promise me you’ll be aware when she’s around, okay? Don’t put yourself into any stupid situations.”
“I promise,” he says, and then he’s pulling me in again, his next kiss greedy and deep. “It’s kind of hot when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” I say, dragging my hand down his abdomen.
He sucks in a breath when my fingertips skate over his hard-on through his swim trunks. “Good. Because no one holds a candle to you.”
With that, he’s crushing me to him, his arms wrapped all the way around me as he devours me kiss for kiss.
I nearly pass out from lack of oxygen before he releases my mouth and travels down my neck, over my collarbone, down to the swells of my breasts.
He pulls his hands from around me just long enough to slip each triangle-shaped piece of fabric from my swimsuit to the side, leaving my tits exposed, nipples pebbling to a hard peak from the cold and his touch combined.
Kip groans and bites his lip, rolling his thumbs over each nipple as he takes in the view. Then, his blue eyes flick to mine before he’s licking and biting and sucking each one, making me writhe in his lap.
“Seriously, they’re going to be home any moment. Maybe we should take this inside.”
“Or maybe we should just make this quick,” Kip counters, and then his hands disappear under the water.
He’s still kissing me as he moves, and he lifts me off his lap for just a moment before he lowers me back down. This time, though, his shorts are gone, somewhere in the water or around his ankles, I can’t be sure.
Kip’s hand slips between us, and I brace myself for him to press his fingers inside me next. But he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls my swimsuit to the side, lines himself up with my entrance, and pulls me down onto him as he thrusts his hips up.
He fills me in one slick, all-consuming flex.
“Fuck,” we both groan together, our foreheads meeting as we take a moment to revel in how it feels to be connected. Slowly, Kip grabs my hips and starts to move me — up and down, up and down — as his mouth travels the length of my neck, showering me in devastating kisses.
It’s always like this when Kip touches me. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together, how many times I’ve felt him inside me — it never gets old. It never feels boring. It’s always this passionate fire with blue flames that lick at every inch of my skin every second that we’re fucking.
I grip his shoulders, using my knees against the hot tub seat to bounce myself faster, to feel him deeper. Still, there’s something off, something missing from our connection under the water.
“I need more,” I pant, biting his bottom lip.
He thrusts deep, and I cry out with pleasure but hop off him in the next moment.
“I can’t feel all of you with the water,” I pant, and then I stand, slide my bikini bottoms down to my shins, and brace my hands on the edge of the hot tub. “I want it like this.”
“Jesus Christ, Sky,” Kip says, his eyes trailing a blaze over me. “You look so fucking hot bent over like that, with your pussy all wet and swollen and begging for me.” He stands, stroking himself as he makes his way over. “The mountains behind you, the sunset over your hair and your eyes.”
“Alright, alright, enough with the poetry,” I tease, arching my back more. “Fuck me hard and tell me when you’re close. I want you to finish in my mouth.”
The groan that rips from Kip’s throat next is guttural and raw, and then he’s behind me, using one hand to press my back down even more and the other to pull my hips toward him.
He lines us up, flexes into me, and there’s barely time for me to adjust to the way it feels to have all of him — no water — before he’s slamming it home.
Our wet skin slaps together with each thrust, my tits bouncing where they’ve been freed from my swimsuit, and if there’s anyone hiking the trails below our cabin, they’re getting one hell of a view right now.
I can feel every inch of him this way, though, and every time he pumps, I nearly pass out from my orgasm building quickly.
It comes on so fast I almost fall over the hot tub before I grip harder and hold my balance.
Kip reaches around me to rub my clit in just the right way when he realizes I’m coming undone, and with him circling and pumping, I fly apart into a million little stars.
And I moan loud enough for the entire town to hear.
“Fuck, Skyler,” Kip says, removing his hand from my clit. He pumps twice more and then rips out of me. “I’m—”
He doesn’t even have to say it before I’m flipped around, and I sink into the water far enough to take him in my mouth. I cup his balls and roll them as I take him in deep, and he curses, eyes rolling up to the skies before he empties inside my throat.
I look up at him with a wicked smile and swallow.
An all-over body shiver racks him in the next instant, and he hangs one hand on his hip as the other runs back through his hair. “Fucking hell, babe. That was ridiculously hot.”
I bite my lip, and I’m just about to stand to kiss him when the sliding glass door opens and a loud whistle rings out.
“Nice ass, Jackson,” Kade says, waggling his brows. He’s still in his ski pants and jacket, his goggles pushed up in his hair. “Looks like we missed the party.”
Kip immediately sinks down into the water to shield me, even though I’m already covered by the bubbles. I can’t help but laugh hysterically, and after the shock wears off, Kip chuckles, too.
“What’s going on out he—ewwww, Big! Did you two just contaminate our hot tub?!” Cassie asks, her eyes wide and nose wrinkled. Her hair is even wilder than usual, a frizzy, wind-blown mess from skiing all day.
“Don’t worry, Little,” I say with a wink. “I swallowed, and the chlorine will kill the rest.”
Kade bends over in a fit of laughter as Cassie flushes such a deep red she looks sunburned. She shakes her head, leaving first, and then Kade wiggles his fingers at us as he closes the door again. “I’ll let you two get dressed. Let me know if you need a cigarette or anything.”
Kip laughs, and when the door is shut and we’re alone again, he looks at me with an arched brow. “Round two, shower?”
I fix my suit and hop out, wrapping myself in my robe. “And then round three, bed.”
“I’m not going to have energy left for the slopes tomorrow.”
“Sorry, not sorry,” I say, and Kip smacks my ass as he follows me inside.