Goosebumps erupted on my arms, and I shivered against him as my body fought the conflicting hot and cold.
"I'm here to take care of you." He kissed my neck, drawing the tender flesh into his mouth where he let his teeth scrape slightly over the skin. "Tell me what you want, Hollister. Anything, and it's yours."
That was a dangerous thing to ask someone. Though it was clear that between us, Aver was the more dominant one, a possessive, protective feeling grew within me. For as controlled and confident as Aver seemed most of the time, moments like this one let me see through that mask to the vulnerability within. That had been real gratitude in his voice. He was thankful I'd agreed to come with him, and I felt like much of this generosity stemmed from that appreciation. A lesser man than I might have seen that gratitude and taken advantage of it.
But Aver hadn't chosen a lesser man. He'd chosen me, and I would protect him. "I'm a simple man to please. I think you know what I want."
His expression darkened. He reached out of the hot tub and grabbed a tube of lube. Bracing my body, he propped my up so that my knees were on either side of him, my ass arched just high enough to pop out of the water. I already felt relaxed, but Aver still went through the steps, making sure my body was ready before he sheathed his dick and lowered me slowly onto it.
I was glad he hadn't tried taking the long way to getting inside my ass. I knew he could play my body like a guitar, teasing me to the edge over and over. But he didn't tease me now. He gave me exactly what I wanted, when I wanted it.
Gripping my hips, he controlled the pace and depth, but as I got my balance on my knees a little more, he gave up that control. He leaned back, folding his hands under his head as he smiled up at me like a conquering king enjoying his spoils.
His dick felt like royalty, and I rode him slowly at first, gathering speed as the skies opened.
I shrieked, but Aver held me tightly, letting out a sharp growl that I thought meant I was supposed to stay. After the initial shock of rain, I realized though the drops were fat and splashed against the surface, really, the rain was redundant. I was already wet, and the parts of me that weren't pressed against Aver or underwater were already cold. I let go of the instinctive urge to find shelter at the first sign of rain and lifted my face to the sky.
Aver groaned, his hands returning to my hips like it had already taken all his will to give me the control for as long as he had. His cock plunged into me at the perfect angle to nudge my prostate. Like a wild animal being rutted in the woods, I threw my head back and howled. Aver was relentless now, pounding into me so forcefully the water in the hot tub started to resemble a stormy ocean. The churning water was a good metaphor for the feelings churning inside me. Some cautious, some wary, but only a little. Mostly, I felt a love too powerful for as little as we'd known each other. It was a destructive love, the kind that left you broken, but I'd be damned if my journey to heartache wasn't paved in orgasms.
Nothing good lasted, not forever. I'd accepted that truth long ago, and even though this time it felt like I'd found something truly special, I had to remind myself that, as all vacations must end, my time with this men would come to an end as well, and I'd be back in my real life in the real world. But with this gorgeous man between my thighs, bringing me the best orgasm of my life while his own release exploded out of him, I'd at least enjoy the ride.
Chapter Five
Aver
The gravel flung out from under my tires. If I didn't slow down, I'd only be out here later, raking the rocks back into place. It had been three days since Hollister and I had arrived at my home away from home, and though this was my first time leaving him, I was eager to return.
Lawrence was a secret I'd kept even from my cousins. I hadn't been sure how it would feel inviting another into my sanctuary. When the confines of my personal prison caved in, I escaped here. I'd built every part of this home, from foundation to roof. And when I'd finished, I'd perfected what I'd made until I was left with a forest oasis.
I'd thought I'd been successful in making the perfect house. Until Hollister walked inside. At that moment, I knew I'd truly succeeded. This house was a home.
But what would happen when Hollister left? Would I ever be able to look at this place again? I simply had to keep him so satisfied he couldn't dream of leaving.
So far, the shortest path to Hollister's heart was through his dick, but as I'd quickly replenished our shopping supplies, I'd stopped to buy Hollister a present that I looked forward to giving him.
I'd been able to give both my father and my cousins sufficient reasons for my prolonged absence, but it was only a matter of time before I had to go back to the office or answer my father's phone call. As interim Alpha for the Walker Bay pack, he was in way over his head.
I hadn't forgotten how being Alpha had been my father's lifelong goal. But Alpha Walker had died of natural causes, and since there'd been no alpha prepared to take his place, my father did the job in the meantime. The pack needed a true leader, though. They needed someone who they could rally behind, and as much as Glendon Walker wanted that person to be him, I didn't think the shifters of the pack would follow him.
And since Delia Walker had singlehandedly brought every neighboring pack's eye on us, it was only a matter of time before someone came sniffing for control.
I parked and spotted Hollister through the open window, reading on the couch. I smiled and pulled out my phone, checking the messages before I turned the thing off for the foreseeable future. I had a text from Wyatt, asking if he could drink my almond milk. That meant he definitely had already.
Riley had a question about some materials he needed to build the kids an outdoor play area, and Branson had texted saying I'd owe him after taking so long off work. We had several employees, but one of us spearheaded each project we were contracted to do. While I was with Hollister, Branson had needed to do the brunt of that work.
I'd make it up to him later.
My stomach clenched. Later. I'd thought convincing Hollister to come with me had won me the war, but really, it had only been a battle. I'd brought him here under the pretense of a vacation, but it was a vacation I had no intention of ending.
Except, at some point, I would have to. Even if I told everyone about Lawrence and said I was moving in full time to have my own place, they'd want to come over. And it wasn't like I could keep Hollister inside forever. He was used to a bustling social life, and though he seemed to be enjoying his time around me, he'd crave those interactions again.
The last text was from my father saying Leann had been asking for me. I'd gone on a single blind date with the young woman; she was the daughter of an Elder family from a pack out east. My father had met her parents through his job as a political consultant, and I assumed a relationship between us would be advantageous for my father's dealings. Otherwise, he wouldn't have pressured me so much on this one person. The number of blind dates I'd gone on to please my parents was a running joke with my cousins.
Each time I agreed, I felt less and less like myself.
I looked up, sensing Hollister's eyes on me. He'd spotted me out the window and stood inside, directly in front of it giving me a curious smile and slow wave. My worries vanished, and I turned the phone off without ever looking back at the screen.