Chapter 41 #2
I link my hands around his neck. “I don’t know what five-hole means. I just know announcers sometimes yell it when you score. Still A-plus.”
His mouth finds mine in a slow kiss, and then I move back from him. “But I always have a bunch of nose clips in my bag. I lose them all the time. So if you want to see some of my moves, I can show you.”
Wyatt’s eyes spark with interest. “I want to see them.”
I know I’m beaming when I look back at him. I love that he’s interested in learning my sport. “Okay, let’s get changed.”
“I could help you with that,” Wyatt says, moving his hand to the bottom of my minidress and sliding his palm underneath it.
Heat skips through me, but I decide to tease him a bit. “That’s incredibly helpful of you, but I think I want to surprise you.”
“I can’t decide if I love or hate that idea.”
I chuckle. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
I take my bag and head into Wyatt’s bathroom, leaving him to change in his bedroom. I slip out of my heels and gold minidress, then remove my bra and panties, changing into my black underwire bikini top and V-cut bottoms that show off my cheeks, so to speak.
“Do you need any help getting naked?” Wyatt calls out hopefully.
“No!”
“Wrong answer!”
I laugh as I retrieve an elastic band from my bag and tie my hair up into a bun at the back of my neck. “I’ll meet you at the pool,” I call out through the shut door.
“Fine,” Wyatt grumbles, and I hear his door open and then close as he leaves the room. I don’t have to touch up my makeup, since I’ve put on the waterproof stuff I use for swimming. I’m more or less waiting a few minutes just to make him anticipate me a little bit more.
When I decide it’s been long enough, I retrieve my nose clip, holding it in my palm, and head downstairs.
I stop when I see Wyatt through the windows in the den.
He’s outside, wearing nothing but a pair of navy swimming trunks.
The pool light has been turned on, making the water a deep, magnificent shade of blue, and the outdoor lights also illuminate his gorgeous, athletic body.
I open the door, and he turns his head to look at me. His eyes drink me in from head to toe, and then slowly he rakes his gaze back up my body again, sending goose bumps rippling across my skin.
“Gracie, you look so damn hot,” Wyatt says, coming over to me as I step onto the patio. He puts his hands on my waist, sliding them up and down. “You’re making me want to do all kinds of things right now, and none of them involve swimming.”
“What kinds of things?” I ask. “Do any of them involve me gripping a headboard?”
Wyatt’s eyes widen. “What?”
I grin mischievously at him. “I read about that in one of my magazines.”
“Who knew I’d become the biggest fucking fan of fashion magazines?
” Wyatt teases. “But no. I want you to show me some of the stuff you can do in the water first. Then not only will I have you gripping my headboard, but you’re also going to scream my name while doing it.
But I’m only doing that if you don’t like my other idea, that is. ”
“What’s that?” I ask, my stomach flipping over in excitement.
“You’ll see,” he promises as heat kindles in his eyes.
Holy shit.
We walk to the pool, and I put my nose clip on.
Wyatt holds my hand, escorting me into the water.
He sits on the edge of the deck, and I move into the water, relishing the warmer temperature than what we have in the OCU pool.
I go under and resurface when I reach the middle of the pool.
I look over to find Wyatt, and his eyes are still on me.
“This one is a walkover front,” I say. Then I go underwater into a pike position, move into a split position, and finish in an arch.
I pop back up above the surface and look at Wyatt, who is staring at me in amazement.
I nearly laugh, because compared to the acrobatics I do in the air, this is simple.
“How do you do that while holding yourself upside down in water?” he asks.
“I do this, you skate on knives. We have different skill sets.”
He playfully splashes some water toward me, and I laugh. “Show me some more,” he says.
I’m glad he can’t see the tears that are stinging my eyes.
My parents never had an interest in artistic swimming.
Mom and Dad had our nanny take me, and they would come to competitions, but never learned much about the sport.
They never asked me to demonstrate a move.
Mom would always ask why I wasn’t winning and if this was worth her time.
Dad would reel her in and tell her to let me enjoy myself, but he didn’t take it seriously, either.
But Wyatt does.
I clear my throat. “Okay. But tell me when you’ve seen enough.”
He rolls his eyes. “What are you even talking about? Come on, enough stalling. Give me another one. I want to know what I’m seeing when you compete this winter!”
I bite my lip. I don’t want to cry now, even if they are tears of gratitude and happiness. I clear my throat. “Okay. This is the barracuda airborne split.”
“Sounds dangerous.”
I smile and go underneath the water again, moving into a back pike position.
This time, my legs are together when I launch myself up upward, my legs thrusting through the water and into the air, pressing into a middle split.
Then I bring them together again and descend into a spin just as quickly, bringing my entire body below the surface again.
I come back up to find Wyatt still staring at me with another look of amazement on his face.
“Gracie, I can’t believe what you are doing,” he says. “You are so strong. And you’re still treading water now!”
He sees it. Wyatt understands how hard I’m working and what my body has to do to make these moves look easy. “Thank you,” I say, smiling at him. “This is why we train for a month straight on endurance. I’m so excited because next month we start doing routines again.”
“Show me some more.”
I happily show him some more moves, and he asks a lot of questions.
Finally I swim over to him, and he moves down from the pool deck, joining me in the water in the shallow end of the pool.
I take off my nose clip and set it on the deck behind him, looping my arms around his neck.
The water laps around us, and I love the sensation of his hard, muscular body in the water.
Wyatt puts his hands on my waist, his fingertips on the edge of my bikini straps, and then dips his head and kisses me, his tongue tangling with mine.
My nipples grow hard as they brush against his chest, and he moves back from me.
“I think you want me to touch you someplace else,” he says, his voice low as his hands move up my rib cage.
The ache in my breasts is heavy. “Yes. Please.”
Wyatt cups my breasts in his hands, and I hold on tighter around his neck, gasping from the way he’s stroking me.
“I love your tits. They’re fucking perfect,” he says, his voice rough as he continues to caress and stroke them.
I dig my nails into his shoulders. “Wyatt,” I gasp, closing my eyes. “I need to touch you.”
I lower one hand and move it down his chest, over one nipple, which causes him to groan.
I slide my palm across his chest, caressing the other one before making my way to his swimming trunks.
I run my hand over his dick and he’s already hard.
Wyatt gasps as I touch him, but then he carefully lifts my hand off his cock.
He lowers his lips to my ear. “I want to take you outside, Gracie girl.” His request rushes over my ear in a hot breath, and I shiver in response. “I want to fuck you here.”
I bite my lip and glance around. The fence is tall and surrounded by even taller shrubs. The neighbors are far enough back that they probably couldn’t see. But then I look at the house. “What about your roommates?”
Wyatt stands back up, his hands moving back to my waist, continuing to caress me in the water.
“They have been told to stay out for a long time. They’re at a hockey party.
They won’t be coming home now. And I have the perfect place for us to be together.
” Then Wyatt lifts a hand to my face. “But only if you want to. I don’t ever want you to say yes to anything you’re not comfortable doing. ”
I see the sincerity in his eyes and all it does is make me want to do one thing.
Trust him.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Come here.”
Wyatt takes my hand in his, leading me out of the pool. “Hold on for a sec.”
He releases my hand and goes over to a table on the patio, where he has left a condom.
He picks it up and then reclaims my hand.
Wyatt leads me down a stone path around the side of the house.
My heartbeat quickens. What does he have in mind?
Am I really going to get naked in his backyard?
Where anyone could walk outside and find us?
When we come around the corner, I stop walking. In front of us is a stunning outdoor shower, surrounded by leafy plants, with a rainforest showerhead. There’s a gorgeous mosaic tiled wall, a wooden ladder with white towels, and a natural wood bench. There’s also shelving with bath products on it.
Wyatt moves around behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I put my hands over his powerful forearms, relishing the way my back is pressing into his hard, wet body.
He dips his head and nuzzles my neck. “I want to have you here,” he murmurs into my skin, his breath hot against my neck. “In this shower. Will you let me?”
Will I let him.
He’s still making sure I’m okay. He’s still seeking consent.
I swivel around in his arms, putting my hands on his face and drawing his mouth so it’s just hovering above mine. Wyatt’s about to kiss me, so I move my head back a fraction so he can’t. “I want you here,” I say. “I want you to touch me.”
Wyatt’s mouth captures mine, his tongue immediately demanding access, which I grant him. He walks me backward into the shower, breaking the kiss long enough to put the condom up on a shelf on the tiled wall and turn on the water.
Then he walks over to the shelving with the bottles and picks up one, bringing it back with him. He sticks one hand under the rainforest shower, testing the water.
“Take off your clothes and come over here,” Wyatt says. “I’ll wash your hair.”
I suck in a breath.
He’s going to wash my hair.
You’d think I’d have anxiety about being naked in his backyard, but all my nerves evaporate with the trust I have in Wyatt. From the way he’s looking at me.
This is my choice. I want to do this.
I reach around and unhook the clasp on my top, peeling the wet fabric away from my body and casting it aside.
Then I slowly step out of my bikini bottom, standing bare before him.
Wyatt’s chest rises and falls, and I step underneath the water, letting it cascade over me.
He moves behind me, and I can feel his erection pressing into my back, which causes an ache to form between my legs.
Wyatt squirts some shampoo into his hand, and then he slowly begins caressing my scalp, his fingers deliciously working through my hair. I close my eyes, relishing every second his fingers touch me. “This feels so good,” I tell him.
“Good,” he says, his voice low. Wyatt continues to wash my hair, working down to the very ends of my long locks. “You can rinse it out now.”
I turn to face him, then tilt my head under the water, letting shampoo run through my hair and down my back. I move my hands through it, making sure it’s out, and then I look at Wyatt. He takes off his swim trunks, setting them aside, and moves closer to me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his hands moving over my breasts again as the water cascades over our bodies.
“Wyatt,” I gasp. He lowers his head, and I put my hands in his hair as he runs his tongue over one of my nipples. “Oh God!”
He sucks on my breast, then moves over to the other one, and all those wonderful feelings begin to build in me again.
The throbbing and the coiling and the need for release.
I grip his hair tighter, and Wyatt moans against my skin.
Then he stands back up and pulls me to him, kissing me passionately as his hands move all over my body.
I can feel his erection on my abdomen, and when I touch him there, he shudders against me.
“I’m not going to last long,” he moans against my lips. “I could come right now.”
“Please, don’t make me wait,” I beg. “I want you to make me come.”
He slides his hand in between my legs, and I instinctively thrust against him. When he slips his fingers inside of me, a soft cry escapes my lips.
He practically growls at the sound of it. “Baby, you’re ready. Let me get the condom.”
Wyatt lets go of me and reaches for the condom on the shelf, once again tearing it open with his teeth. He quickly sheaths himself and then picks me up, so I’m wrapped around his wet, naked body. Wyatt takes us out of the spray of water and presses me up against the cool tiles of the shower wall.
His mouth crashes against mine as he rocks against me, one of his hands holding my hip steady as my leg remains hooked around his back. A cool breeze blows across us, and steam from the shower rises in the air. Behind him, the sky is inky now, with some stars twinkling in the sky.
“I love you so much,” Wyatt suddenly says. “So much.”
“I love you, too,” I say, gripping his shoulders.
Wyatt enters me, his hands gripping my ass tightly as he thrusts. I gasp from the wonderful fullness inside of me. Then one of his hands moves, and I can feel his fingers begin to circle my clit.
“Oh God!” I cry out, as the sensation of his thrusts and fingers is working me into a frenzy.
“I’ve never been with anyone like this,” Wyatt gasps. “Not ever.”
I close my eyes and grip his shoulders tighter. Wyatt’s fingers move faster, and a cry escapes his lips.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper. “Oh God, I’m going to come.”
“I can feel you,” he gasps. “You’re going to clench around me.”
“Wyatt!” I cry out, trying to keep my voice down. “Oh God, Wyatt!”
That’s it. I begin to climax, the waves running through me, and Wyatt covers my mouth with his to swallow my cries as I fall apart. He continues to thrust, and then I feel him come, his body shuddering with his release.
I’m panting now, and so is Wyatt. I cling to him, hardly believing the hot sex that just happened between us.
I move one hand to stroke his hair as he works to steady his breathing.
I love this man. I love him with all my heart.
You always take such good care of me, I think. Not just with sex, but with my heart. And I will take care of you in the same way.
Wyatt lifts his head and kisses me, and I kiss him back, telling him without words that I will always be here for him.
No matter what.