6. Reed #3
After scrolling my phone a little and planning some content in advance, I take a look at the hotel amenities and discover they have a sauna and a pool.
Perfect. What better way to shake off a day of travel than to sweat it up in a sauna and then soak it off in the pool.
Grabbing some swim shorts, I change, and toss on one of the hotel robes before heading downstairs.
It’s almost 2 a.m. by the time I enter, meaning the place is completely dead, so I head to the sauna and enjoy some quiet.
I’m not sure how long I stay inside, but it’s long enough that my skin is slick with sweat and feels like it’s burning.
I rinse off in the shower before moving to the pool, only to find it occupied by what is quickly becoming the bane of my existence.
Wilder Miles is swimming lengths back and forth, and I groan inwardly as I make my way to the other side of the pool, hoping to go unnoticed for as long as possible.
Slipping into the shallow end, I let the water move around my body, dipping under a few times until I am thoroughly soaked, before shuffling in a little deeper so I can float around a little.
Wilder is still swimming lengths, and I can’t help but watch the way his body moves and glides through the water.
I didn’t exactly get a chance to see it when we fucked, we barely even took our clothes off.
So, I take my time now, watching as his back and arm muscles flex while they glide through the water, and hating myself for enjoying every second of it.
When he finally pops up to take a break, he doesn’t even look in my direction before he asks, “Is this what I can expect for the next few months, you always up in my face?” I can’t help but smile at his question, or the condescending glare in his eyes when he finally turns to look at me.
“Not if I can help it,” I toss back, and he smirks slightly as he swims toward me, coming to a stop only a few feet away, but not meeting my stare. “Can’t sleep?” I ask pointlessly, and he shakes his head.
“I haven’t slept well in months,” he replies without even thinking about it, and I mildly wonder if something in particular is keeping him awake.
My eyes sweep over his broad shoulders, before glancing down to the tattoo that sits on his left pectoral muscle. It appears to be a shaded fist with the first and fourth finger pointed up and the thumb sticking out and I can’t help but wonder what it means.
“I can never sleep the first night in a new place, it’s like my body knows it’s not at home,” I say, finally pulling his stare to mine, and I can feel him assessing me the same way he did that night.
“Who will I be dealing with on this trip, Reed or Prescott Lamont?” he asks boldly, and my eyes widen in surprise before I can mask my reaction.
“I told you, Reed is only for my friends.” I’m not sure where he is trying to go with his question, but now I know we are going to be working together, I need to keep things strictly professional.
“And we’re not friends,” he confirms, repeating the boundaries he set down himself in his changing room.
“No, we are not,” I agree, trying to work out if he has moved closer to me on purpose, or if it’s just the flow of the water.
“So it didn’t feel very friendly when I bent you over that balcony and fucked you?” he questions, and my stomach flips over at his crass assessment of what we did. I’ve never had anyone be so forward with me before, and I’m not equipped to deal with it.
“No, it did not,” I force out, noting he has definitely moved closer, and I shift away a little, until my back hits the pool wall.
There was absolutely nothing friendly about the way he fucked my throat, before bending me over and taking me roughly from behind with his fingers pressed against my tongue.
In fact it was almost hateful and still I enjoyed every second of it and would happily go again.
At the thought my cock springs to life, and I need him to stay firmly where he is, so he doesn’t see just how much he affects me.
“So we probably shouldn’t do something like that again?” he concludes, erasing the last bit of space between us and placing his hands on the pool edge on either side of my body.
He’s so close now that I can track the water droplets down his throat, and I swallow thickly, as I remember the last time he caged me in like this. “Probably not a good idea,” I force out, my voice barely above a whisper, and his eyes darken in amusement.
I despise how intriguing I find him, loathe his perfect face, and detest that I can still feel the roughness of his brutal touch against me, but what I hate most, is that he knows that too.
“Even though you begged so pretty,” he muses, bringing one of his hands from the wall to slide around my throat.
His thumb forces my chin back, as he presses his slick body fully against mine until I can feel every single one of his defined abs.
“You were such a good boy for me, Blue.” He leans forward until his mouth is barely a breath away from mine, and I prepare myself for what it must be like to be kissed by Wilder Miles.
“What a shame pretty boy bullshitters aren’t my type. ”
His words have barely registered before he leans over me to lift himself out of the pool, bending down to grab his towel before I have even taken my next breath. Then he leaves without looking back, and I’m left with my heart racing and my cock leaking.
God I fucking hate that asshole.