Chapter 42 #2
I’ve never seen a more handsome face before. My fingers keep exploring every inch. It must feel good because his dimples appear. Just for me.
People bump into us, or we swim into them, and it’s like a collision of euphoria. Every touch sends rockets of pleasure down my nerve endings.
“We’ll be okay in a few hours. We need to remember to drink water.” I breathe in and out deeply. “And remember to breathe, my stallion. Don’t snort.”
He nods. “So fucking smart. You’re just gorgeous, too. I have to be inside you.”
“Yeah. That seems natural.”
The water supports my back as I float, legs surrounding my husband. He slots himself easily and surges in. It’s so slow. The motion so fluid that it feels as if every atom in his body fuses with each one in mine.
I exhale into him. Or maybe he exhales into me. I can’t tell where either of us starts anymore. Everything softens. The noise. The bodies. The world. There’s only this—the rhythm he builds, steady and grounding, like he’s holding me together from my head to my toes.
“Stay with me,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I don’t think I could leave if I tried.
He lifts me up to hold me closer as another couple bumps into us, rapidly making love. But when I look over, I realize it’s Aiden’s tall figure. And Ashlyn’s clinging to him like she’s part of him.
Apollo glances up and meets Aiden’s eyes. The two hold some wordless conversation I don’t understand. Something primal passes between them. And then between us. All of us.
Aiden lowers Ashlyn into the water with a hand pressed to her neck. He’s deep inside her, and she trusts him enough that he shoves her beneath the surface and holds her there while using her pussy. His eyes meet Apollo’s with a look of challenge.
As if playing an unspoken game, Apollo’s hand finds my throat. Certain and anchored. My pulse jumps beneath his fingers, but instead of fear, I feel contained. Even as he lowers me back.
The world narrows to the pressure, the water, his voice threading through it all.
“Breathe when I bring you back,” he says softly.
And I trust him enough not to fight.
Water covers my face and blurs my vision as he squeezes my throat. His thickness throbs inside me.
Besides me, Ashlyn raises up, the movement splashing me.
My lungs ache. Vision darkens. I float so filled with ecstasy that I want to stay like this forever.
But Apollo pulls me up until I gasp for air, throwing my arms around him.
We’ve waded until his hips and Aiden’s are next to each other. My thighs brush Ashlyn’s, sending electricity through my skin. Their movements are in perfect rhythm. Every thrust Aiden makes inside Ashlyn, Apollo does the same to me.
Aiden flips Ashlyn over, wading to the shallow end so where they’re joined is out of the water. He makes her brace on the edge of the pool and smacks her ass. Then, he tosses a glance over his shoulder at Apollo.
And he does the same to me.
I grip the chilled tiles as my husband fills me from behind, his plunder making my lungs squeeze. As soon as Ashlyn yelps with a spank, I brace myself for my own. But instead of pain, it’s a thrill of pleasure. Bliss ricochets through my body until I shiver. Nipples hardening.
Something about us fucking here with our friends mirroring us makes it even better. Hotter. And I’d never do this outside these walls.
Aiden grips Ashlyn’s neck until her cheeks turn pink. Apollo’s fingers wrap around mine. The tightness of his squeeze is exactly what I need to feel most connected to him. My pulse trills under the pressure of his thumb.
No words have been spoken. None have needed to be exchanged.
I can sense everything they’re feeling. Because I feel the same.
And when Apollo reaches deep inside me at the same time Aiden plunges into Ashlyn, she and I release at the same time.
And when it breaks, it doesn’t explode.
It unravels. Every thought I had. Every tight, coiled piece of me loosens all at once. I don’t even recognize the sound that leaves my throat. Only that I’m still in his arms when it happens.
Still held.
Still his.
The scream that bellows through the air is deafening. Feral and wild. My inner muscles clamp down on Apollo’s girth, binding him so close that he won’t leave.
“That’s my wife. My woman.” All I can do is hang on as he thrusts me against the side of the pool rapidly, hands gripping my hips. Every collision of our bodies is a new experience. Every breath against my skin like dandelion puffs dancing through a breeze.
I’ve never been this happy before. He lifts me until my back hits his damp chest. Buries his face in my neck like he’s trying to stay there. Like the world might take me if he lets go.
“I love you,” he says—ragged, real, wrecked. And I feel it more than I hear it. In the way he holds me. In the way he doesn’t let go.
The pulses of his cock bring me to life. Each swell is a revival. An awakening.
Aiden and Ashlyn drift away, deeper into the water. He gives Apollo a nod. And that’s it.
Apollo slips out of me. I flip around to latch myself onto his big body like a koala.
“Apollo?” Our foreheads meet, and I feel everything he does. The same. We’re the same.
“Yeah?”
“We need to get each other’s names tattooed on our bodies.”
He squeezes me tighter. “Ugh, yes! You’re such a genius, baby.”
“Shit.” Suddenly, it dawns on me. “We’re here to find my ex.” I mouth the last words.
Apollo’s dark eyes grow wide. We search around the area, but Ayan’s gone. He’s not here.
“You need to get dressed. And I need to get dressed. We need to find him.”
“Brilliant.” I brush a stray water droplet off his cheek. “Remember to breathe,” I tell him before exiting the water.
It’s hard. Probably one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done. But I manage to get dressed. And forget my shoes. But it doesn’t matter because they were horrid anyway.
As I exit the locker room and return to the hall, an overwhelming thirst makes my tongue dry out and shrivel up in my mouth.
“Water.”
I aim for the kitchen, which is conveniently located through a rabbit hole. Or likely some sort of butler’s pantry that looks like something from Alice in Wonderland. But it’s not.
“Oh, fuck. A mirror…”
I try not to gaze at my reflection as I pass. It’s haunted. Gaunt and freaky. But I find the water goblets and fill one to the brim, tossing it back and relishing the sensation.
A plastic wrapper catches my eye. My heart flutters with dread. It looks just like a lollipop wrapper. One that had been left for me…
And when I glance down at the floor?
I lose my breath.
A pink sweet is stuck there. And a red one lies nearby. An orange leads toward the back hall.
I follow, picking up each one until I’m bent over with a handful of the suckers like a bouquet of deadly flowers.
But as I near the back door, I trip over something ominous.
My hand sticks to the floor. When I lift it, I want to scream but can’t. It’s dripping with dark red blood. Fear takes over my brain. All the joy I was feeling before rushes away, and I’m instantly very sober.
A leg. An arm. What used to be a torso lies in front of me. Split open. Organs removed…
There lies Ayan Dutta.
Dead.
With a lollipop stuck between his teeth.
“He didn’t deserve you.”
Rough hands slip around my neck and squeeze tight.
All I can see is black.