Episode 225
AFTERNOON DELIGHT
Sebastian
Where the hell is everyone?
I walk through the house after Emily unceremoniously pushed me out of River’s suite. I imagine Ariel and her friend and mother are working on plans for the wedding tomorrow. Misty’s probably still in her room recovering. Who the hell knows where the hot doctor is, and Brett and Jake?
Something’s going on with them.
Damn.
I guess my English Rose decided she wants a billionaire Montana rancher rather than a billionaire rock star.
I’m not used to being rejected.
It hurts more than I imagined.
Emily was the woman I was drawn to at the beginning of this mess, when River had his heart set on Rachel.
Then I slept with Heather and Ariel.
God, Ariel…
She was a sweet little Southern thing, and I thought we had good chemistry. But she chose the New York Times bestselling author over me.
Rejection again.
But Heather…
She was a fucking tigress in bed, and I wouldn’t mind some more of that.
Then again, why go for something I’ve already tasted? Ariel’s friend Jazz is a hot little number, and so is Darby, M.D.
It’s nearing late afternoon, and I haven’t talked to Brett, Jake, or River about the bachelor party for Alex tonight.
Evie swore she had it all under control.
We’ll celebrate here in the courtyard, while the ladies will celebrate on the beach.
A buffet will serve as munchies or dinner, and the booze will be flowing.
And I have a special surprise for my buddy Al.
Jazz has agreed to sneak away from the bachelorette bash to give Alex one hell of a striptease.
I’m hard just thinking about it.
Hell, I need a release something fierce. This whole day…
Fuck. This whole event has been one big mess.
I walk out the back where some staffers are already setting up for Alex’s last hurrah. It’s going to be awesome. I keep walking toward the pool house, and—
“Damn,” I grit out.
Heather is floating on her back in the pool, eyes closed, and…
She’s naked, those perfect tits sticking out, nipples hard and ready.
I take a moment, drinking in the sight, her fair skin glowing under the afternoon sun, beads of water glistening like diamonds on her flesh. She’s achingly beautiful, like a storm I want to get swept up in all over again.
I remember.
I remember her in my bed…
The pool water ripples as she lazily kicks her legs. Her lips are slightly parted, ready to be devoured.
“Enjoying the view?”
I lift my eyebrows.
Her eyes are still closed. I thought I was being quiet. I should’ve known she’d sense my presence.
“I am,” I reply. “Can’t say I’ve seen anything better.”
She laughs softly, fluttering her eyelids open. “Care to join me?”
“Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse.”
I shed my clothing quickly, and though I long to dive into the cool water, I get in slowly, feet first, so I don’t disturb her relaxation.
I’ll disturb her soon enough.
The water refreshes me, soothes me. Heather shifts her position, flipping over onto her stomach, and swims toward me.
I tread water, watching her move. She tilts her head to the side and winks. A playful challenge. For a moment, I lose myself in her dark blue eyes.
We stop some distance apart, an unspoken tension humming between us.
“So,” she murmurs. “About that offer...”
I grin. “Just warming up.”
Her laughter rings out like music in the still air before she submerges, agitating the calm surface of the water with her dive. When she resurfaces, she’s right in front of me, close enough for me to feel the droplets of water cascading down from her hair onto my chest.
“I hope you’re ready then,” she whispers.
“Believe me, I am,” I say huskily.
Then she’s on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling herself up so her legs are straddling my hips. I reach out to support her, gripping her waist.
Her lips are just inches away from mine now, and I can smell the chlorine on them. It’s a stark reminder of where we are, but honestly, I couldn’t care less if someone enters and sees us.
“I was just thinking about how I’m obsessed with you,” she says in a breathy voice.
My breath catches. “You are?”
“I mean… I was. You know, when my friend and I followed you around Europe.”
“Ah… Right.” Slip of the tongue, maybe?
I’d like her to slip her tongue around my hard cock.
“Sebastian?” Her voice wavers, drawing me back from my erotic reverie.
“Yes, love?”
She winks again. God she’s sexy. “You’re thinking about something naughty, aren’t you?”
I laugh. “What makes you think that?”
She grins, her eyes twinkling with mischief and a hint of desire. “Because I know that look. It’s the same one you get when you’re onstage. And in bed.”
“Can you blame me?” I tighten my grip on her waist.
Fuck.
I summon all my self-control not to take her right here and now.
She trails her fingers down my chest. My flesh sizzles.
Until—
Without warning, she pushes off me and starts swimming toward the edge of the pool.
I go after her, tugging her to me.
Cool water, the sun heading toward the west, and wet sexy lady.
A pool fuck sounds perfect. What better way to burn off some of the frustration that’s been building inside me?
“Where do you think you’re going?” I demand, pulling her back. “Trying to escape already?”
Her response is a playful splash in my face.
I catch hold of her waist and pull her flush against me, our bodies touching in all the delicious places. My heart hammers as she wraps her arms around my neck once more, looking up at me with those hypnotizing dark-blue eyes.
“Seems I’ll just have to convince you to stay,” I murmur, kissing the side of her soft neck.
Then I lift her hips and thrust my cock into her.