Chapter 33 #2
I lean into him without thinking, chasing the next kiss before he’s even pulled away.
My palm cups the roughness of his jaw, the familiar scrape of stubble grounding me in the moment.
When we finally part, he rests his forehead against mine, the same way he did before, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“So,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “If you’re asking whether this is still just a fake marriage, it hasn’t felt fake to me in a long time.”
The breath I’ve been holding finally leaves my lungs.
Wes draws me into him and claims my mouth in another kiss.
He kisses me slow and hard, every lingering brush of his mouth has me melting into his arms. My hand curls around his bicep, holding on as a quiet sigh escapes me when he kisses me again.
There’s a tenderness to the way he touches me—patient, attentive, almost reverent.
He lingers at the corners of my mouth before stealing another slow kiss, leaving me completely undone by the quiet care behind every movement.
When he breaks the kiss, he takes my hand. “Let’s go inside. I need you.”
I like where this is going.
I cock an eyebrow, my gaze burning over the hard lines of his chest under his shirt. “You really can be bossy.”
“You’re adorable, Peach. Keep that up, and you’re asking to be railed into the bed.”
“Promise?”
He pulls me to the door, his gray eyes clouded with lust. With each step, I’m more and more aroused as my body anticipates what Wes is going to do next.
He leads me inside, my hand firmly in his until he stops by the wall of glass windows and turns to face me. His eyes flash with something that sends a flutter through my chest and an ache in my core.
“Go get your swimsuit on and meet me on the balcony.”
“My swimsuit?”
“Yes, your swimsuit. I want to fuck my wife in the hot tub.”
My gaze flicks from the tub on our patio to the hotel across the street to Wes, wondering if he’s actually serious.
“Wes, there are people staying in that hotel.” I gesture toward the windows. “What if someone sees us?”
“The sun will go down in thirty minutes. I have plenty of ideas to keep us busy in that tub until then.”
“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
“For longer than I should admit.”
The look he gives me has wetness pooling between my thighs.
“Wes, this is crazy.”
He grabs my jaw. “That’s what makes it so much fun. Stop overthinking it, Lottie. We’re going to make each other come. Go put on your suit.”
This man and his mouth.
Until I met Wes Winters, I had no idea how much I liked a little dirty talk. I love that he can take me from zero to a hundred in three seconds and he knows it.
The hotel across the road seems quiet enough, but I remind myself that it’s full of people on vacation.
People who stare out their windows at the mountain views and whatever else they might catch sight of.
People who definitely don’t need a front-row seat to whatever ridiculous idea my husband has dreamed up.
But Wes has this ability to make me do whatever he asks, and before I know it, I’m digging my suit out of my bag and heading to the bathroom to change.
Am I overthinking this? Probably. Do I still want to know exactly what Wes has planned? Absolutely.
“Peach.” His amused voice floats down the hallway. “You almost ready?”
I take a deep breath and then step out of the bedroom to find Wes already waiting, wearing the most infuriatingly confident smile I’ve ever seen.
He’s waiting for me next to the hot tub, one hand adjusting the bulge behind his swim shorts.
My eyes are glued to my husband, who has the most perfect body I’ve ever seen. God, he’s hot as fuck.
I’m already soaking wet. I’m salivating. I want to drop to my knees and put that beautiful cock in my mouth.
“You are perfect.” His gaze drifts over me like he’s trying to memorize the sight of me. “All mine. How did I get so fucking lucky?”
My heart stumbles as I walk toward him, my gaze flicking to the hotel looming behind him, wondering who’s behind those windows, if they’re watching, and how much they can see. The thought sends a shiver down my spine.
“You’re already hard for me.” I snake my hand down into his shorts to his cock, giving it long, firm, slow strokes.
He groans, dipping his forehead to mine. “And I bet I’m going to find a mess in your bathing suit.”
I grin. “Probably. Lucky for me it’s easier to hide.”
We sink into the tub and hot water wraps around my body like a blanket. Streams of bubbles dance across the surface, swirling around us as steam curls into the cooler mountain air.
Wes pulls me onto his lap and nips my earlobe.
“This suit looks fucking amazing on you, Lottie.” He traces a finger from my neck over to my shoulder to one strap of my swimsuit, curling it around the thin strap.
My breath hitches. “Damn, I can’t get enough of you.
” His other hand palms one side of my ass.
“I can’t wait to be inside you and fill you with my come. ”
My pulse hammers against my ribs in anticipation and his words make my hips move back and forth over the ridge in his shorts, seeking friction.
My eyes sweep the horizon, searching balconies and windows for any sign that somebody is watching. I return my focus to Wes when he palms my breast and slides the triangle of my bikini top to the side.
“I love these pretty tits, Lottie.” He pinches one nipple between his fingers, sending a surge of bliss right between my thighs. “These are mine. I am the only man who gets to ever touch these.” He thrusts his erection up into my core as he pinches my nipple even harder.
Oh God.
I could pretend I’m not enjoying this, but I’d be lying. There is something undeniably intoxicating about the possibly of being caught, and I hate how much it thrills me.
He slides his hand between my thighs, pushing the fabric to the side and fucking me with his fingers. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”
I gasp, threading my fingers through his hair. He doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath as he keeps going, entering me with long, even strokes.
His mouth moves to my breast, filling his mouth with my nipple, and he sucks. “Wes,” I sigh. “Your mouth feels so good.”
He smiles, untying the strings of my bikini top then working on my bottoms. Once I’m naked for him, he cups both of my breasts in his big hands and takes turns sucking each one into his mouth.
A shudder runs through me. Wes Winters has me turned on to levels I’ve never felt before and I don’t quite understand.
He has so much power over me, he has no idea.
I close my eyes, savoring the quiet intimacy between us. And when he’s had his fill of my breasts, I sink a little deeper into the water, letting the heat chase away the chill every time the breeze rolls through.
“I need to be inside my wife,” he says, before we work together to slide his swim trunks down his legs.
Wes grips me by my waist and pulls me onto his lap, his cock trapped between us as I straddle his thighs. From behind me, he slides two fingers between my folds then pushes them all the way in until they’re knuckle deep.
With every stroke, he takes me closer to the edge
“Are you ready for my cock, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” I pant, trying to hold on to the edge of the tub as I rock against him. He lets out a string of curses against my mouth, and I manage a smile in between breaths. “Don’t make me wait. I need you now.”
He slips his fingers out of me and grabs me by my hips to line me up with his cock. “I love it when you tell me what you want,” he praises. “My good fucking girl.” He notches the crown of his beautiful cock between my folds. “That’s it, Lottie. Ride my cock.”
Oh fuck. Yes, yes. I am your good fucking girl.
With one smooth thrust, Wes slides deep inside me until his balls meet my ass. His eyes are trained on me, watching me intently as I groan his name and nod my head in approval. My toes begin to tingle, and my legs begin to shake as he works up a rhythm chasing both of our releases.
“Oh God,” I cry as he slowly pulls out then snaps his hips back in, buried so deep that it takes my breath away. “Again. Oh, fuck. I love how that feels.”