“Oh, you know. Just coming out here for some fresh air. My lip hurts.”
I almost unwrap my hands from Gabriella’s waist when he spouts the lame excuse, but the brush of her tits has me remembering she is half-naked. I do my best not to get blinded by rage or I might punch him again.
“Your lip hurts, so you thought you’d … what? Take it out for a fucking walk?”
“Be nice,” Gabriella says softly into my ear, and my skin shivers from how breathless she sounds.
“No,” my voice deepens in the reply, getting lost in her eyes again, and almost forgetting Heaven is on the porch.
“Yep,” he says, and I hear the drag of a chair sliding out from the table, metal against concrete. It is one of the worst sounds known in existence. “What is it with pools? First Jaxon and Quinn, now you two. You know, I bet that’s where he knocked her up.”
“Oh God,” Gabriella mutters. This time she is the one dropping her head against me.
Talk about extinguishing a fire in a matter of seconds. I make sure I have a good hold on Gabriella and trudge my way through the water. Slight ripples wave along the surface as I walk to the steps.
“What are you doing?” she chirps, her nails digging into my skin a bit harder than I was ready for.
I hold back a hiss and lock my arms around her. “I’m getting us out of here. We are going to my room. Away from Heaven’s eyes.”
She laughs again. “Heaven’s eyes. Sounds so holy.”
“You guys are leaving?”
“Damn, right. I want alone time with Gabriella. Not me, you, and Gabriella.”
“Well, fine then,” Heaven huffs.
“Fine by me.” I open the sliding glass door, and Gabriella shivers in my arms when the air conditioning wraps around us. Her teeth chatter, but I would warm her with my body, only I am freezing too.
“Jaxon … is … g-g-going t-to k-kill us.” Why the fuck is it so cold in here? Someone could catch pneumonia from going in and out of the house like this soaking wet, which is a rarity.
“W-w-why?” she chitters.
“I’m r-ruining his f-floors again.” Water drips everywhere. Puddles. I need to soak it up, but there is no way I am going to leave her alone in my room, half-naked. I’m afraid if the water sits too long, the boards will warp. I doubt they will since Jaxon has the most expensive wood installed, but my paranoia is the real deal. I slide the door open to the outside again, letting a burst of warm air swoosh against us, and we sigh in unison.
Cleaning up the water sounds like Heaven’s problem. If he didn’t interrupt us, this wouldn’t have happened.
There. See? Fucking logic. Somehow, I manage to think with Gabriella pressed against me
“Heaven! Clean the water up on your way back in.”
“Fuck you! I have a bum leg. I ain’t doing shit!”
“You will, or I’ll tell Jaxon it was you who scratched his new Range Rover.”
I waited for a moment, turning my head so my ear is pointed in Heaven’s direction.
“Damn,” Heaven speaks low in a hushed voice. Yeah, he forgot I had that little bit of dirt on him. He tried to get in the driver’s seat when Jaxon was with Quinn in the house and his casted leg thwacked the door, then dragged along the pearly blue paint leaving white lines across it. “Fine,” he relents.
“Good man,” I say, dashing into the house, slipping and sliding everywhere. I slam against the wall, and Gabriella laughs as she holds on for the ride. Her spurs of laughter have me purposefully acting like a pinball, banging left and right.
When we get to our destination, the cold is nothing because my body lights up like I’ve hit the jackpot. In a way, I have.
Our laughter slows as I stand outside the bedroom door. I press her back against the wood and kiss the cold from her lips. The smacking of our mouths is loud, and I know if I don’t get inside the room, I’ll be taking her right here, for all to fucking see, and if that is the case, we should have stayed in the pool and let Heaven have a show.
No, never. I couldn’t ever risk anyone seeing her. She is mine. This body is mine. Only I can see this gorgeous toned flesh.
She sucks my tongue into her mouth, and it is a straight shot to my dick. I groan, and with every sucking motion, my cock jerks in my wet jeans. I reach for the door handle, missing it as I fumble. I turn the knob and slam it open, and it cracks against the wall. I don’t give a fuck. I hope there is a dent left behind so I can look at it and know I was on the edge.
Her arms leave my shoulders and reach for the door and slam it shut. “Lock it.” The words sear my skin with the underlying tone of sex. I stretch an arm back, and my fingers find the lock, flipping it to the right.
No one can bother us now.
The room is dark, but light enough to where I can make out the outline of her body. We kiss for what feels like hours, drunk off the chance to finally feel one another. We have a lot of time to make up for.
I ease her to the floor, then break the kiss and slid to my knees. The carpet is soft, giving, but her jeans aren’t as kind. Since they are wet, the material is suctioned against her. I can’t get them past her thighs. With a frustrated growl, I take the lapels in my hands and yank them apart, and the jeans rip right down the middle.
“Sebastian,” she moans, pressing her pussy against my nose.
“I think you like having your clothes ripped off, baby.”
“Mmhmm,” she drowses, only giving me an answer to appease me. She is someone else in her head right now, and by how she is trying to get me between her legs, I’d say wherever she is, is a damn good place.
Once she is naked, I strip too, and then I flip on the light. I have to see her like this. Naked. Wanting. Yearning. Hot. Fucking bothered. Horny. Lustful.
She is fucking everything I need in this moment.
Our eyes catch, and we check each other out at the same time. I am painfully hard, my cock jutted out ten inches, and the head is vermilion, a color I’ve never seen on myself before. It looks like I’m about to blow.
We wait for the other to make the first move, and I feel like a virgin all over again, not knowing what to do.
I know what to do.
I step forward and connect our mouths again, letting that heat build and take over her bodies. My hand slides down her back and cups her ass, yanking a whimper from her, and I swallowed it, trapping it like a prized possession inside me.
Side stepping her, I push her back, and she falls on the bed, spreading her legs to give me the view I’ve imagined since the moment I saw her walked through my door with Kendrick. She is a bright shade of pink, slick, and I wrap my hand around my cock, giving it a good pump before I settle between her thighs.
I have no idea where to look.
I can’t get my fill, but I know one thing. I want to take my time. I’m not going to rush this with her. I lay on my stomach, the comforter bunching under me and causing a vise for my cock. I grab her foot and kiss down her ankle, marveling at the delicate curve of her calf muscle, so fragile, so feminine and soft. I press a kiss behind her knee and then lick the skin there. It is softer, unused, and untouched by most of everything, and she arches her back, quivering from the unexpected hot spot.
“Is that so?” I murmur against her flesh, giving the back of her knee another lick.